Michael Our old car "Perly Perlman" is celebrating its 20th birthday this year, and although it doesn't look like much anymore due to sun damage to the paint, it still runs reliably like an old racehorse. We park it on the street because our other car, the Rocket, occupies our only garage space.
Recently, I found a note under my windshield wiper, written by a gentleman named "Sonny," who apparently wasn't very proficient in English. He offered to buy Perly Perlman (see illustration #13). This had happened a few months ago as well, and I proudly showed it to Angelika, confident that there was another person besides me who appreciated the excellent quality of Japanese cars from the early '90s.
However, as we were walking home along Chattanooga Street, we noticed that similar notes, all handwritten one-offs, were tucked under the wipers of several cars! We identified two different versions; in addition to our "Sonny," it seemed that a second gentleman with an Italian-sounding name was also planning to establish a foothold in the alternative used car sector.
The two rascals probably suspect that the nouveau riche in our neighborhood are getting rid of their second cars at bargain prices! Well, if we ever want to sell Perly Perlman, at least I know Sonny's phone number.