We went behind the radiator. Unsuccessfully.

We went behind the radiator. Unsuccessfully.

The day before yesterday and his colleagues decided to motanutsya behind the radiator for van needed 403rd. From a standard 407-th (which we have) differs significantly, in addition we have the originality of supporters. Standing on "Pchelovoze" was given to repair proven people, but it almost ruined, so we looked for. well, since the need to stock always, we decided to take a Muscovite in disassembly.
On Avito drew the appropriate instance under the Obninsk and sutra Tuesday we start his round.
Weather was quite frankly not a fountain, wet rain and snow, but an experienced driver and spike tires equalized chances prosperous journey.
little over an hour cheerfully rode on Kievka to the top of the Kaluga region and turned Balabanovo left at large betonku . Then on the navigator uhali slightly back - rested in the gate "Privat" Union. Judging by the logic of the pointer on the fence, "drove - Close" at departure we should all keep on plowing
But it does not matter, phoned the seller turned around and 20 minutes later were in place
Alas, disappointment again?.. Boudreau-looking photo on Moskvitch 403E proved tortured pionErami grandfather's car. Body with frankly leaky doors and fenders, a redesigned interior and ceiling rulёvka of IgE. Bumpers and export chrome places devoured mikkimausami. Motor wound up, but mercilessly smoked and spat oil. The wheels of the 412 th with a rubber M-100.
Plus, the young salesman, to just reproaches in inadequate price 45.000 p. it generously agreed to lower to 43.000 Our offer of 20,000 p. the maximum was rejected. The history of the documents and the numbers they have, but the grandfather of the owner, who pioneered the Muscovite was traded / bought ... tsat years ago. For pokatushek the village and they did not need, but now, in the event of problems with the sale, the wily grandfather asked for them 30.000 p., Not including already seized the car. Well done!
In general, we turned around and left with nothing, breathe the salubrious air of the Moscow region. Gray expanses urban village, but bright flags scattered colorful grandfather remembered with classic beard and sickly drin in hand, standing near the general store in the form of a monument. We took him at first for a monumental sculpture, and only vending, saw a glimmer in his eyes. He stood thorough as a monument.
Let us look further ...
Some of the photos are not my machine, but the seller sent to my mail to get acquainted with her state.

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