Mercedes Youngtimers

I was already posing in my coupe and it was sure, that I will be buried in it.Afeter buying it some months later I brought it to a workshop near Győr to eliminate the problems I dicovered. Fluids and filters replaced, the diff was leaking, a dent, some problems with the clutch and so on. I was…

We arrived home. Ok it has not so much information, but if I tell you that the transmission died totally when arrived, maybe you can feel something from the "holy shit" situation. But the machine ran quite good on the hungarian highways.(don't lough on the tacho, I will adust it forward)…

Maybe my father is the guilty. If he knew it before, probably he would still use the yellow 1.5 zsiguli or he buys that nice Volga station wagon wich was bought in th wery last moment before him. But it happened different way.I lived the change of the system as a child. My remembrances are fading…

Not only I wrote about the light idiocy in my post but my colleagues, too. The concrete manifestation can be caught during buying the car.I work as a businessman but for an advanced youngtimer petrolhead this fact is not really more important than the address of his grandma. So my colleague decided…

I like cars since I'm my own master. These day's youngtimers are my favourites, because we are the age, we grown up together. We used them, watched them, we were longing for them, we collected them as a matchox and all our favourit cars were one of them. I still feel the same.My affiliation to the…

 The way was long and rough. With other words: Oily, very expensive and full of sweat.And still, where is the end of it???I, not like the other ones, can not plead any kind of childhood's Benz related trauma.Because of the poorness of my family I'm socialized on zsigulis. Even my mother's…

Why youngtimer? I don’t know, but it started somewhere in my childhood. I was always helping my father, when he was repairing the family car, and I loved to get dirty by oil. During the years when I was growing up, I reapaired my bike, motorcycle, and my car. Because I was a child in the 80s,…

It was summer 1991 when we were 3rd grade high school students and decided to see Paris with my friend. Hitchhiking. From Miskolc, Hungary. Well, the project was succesful and this was the time of my first serious MB experience.On the way back home we stood in Karlsruhe on the Autobahn and already…

This post will be about, how I could be so idiot to buy a car even without seeing it before. The other posts of the serial will be about  how I try to get it on it's leg.The car looked liked this, when I've firs seen. First I asked my friend Mr.Cool, to take a closer look and I forgot the idea,…

Everything is because Tóni. Tóni was a friend of daddy and a car mechanic with a Ford Taunus (coupe), wich was a real whopper in the end of the seventies in Hungary. So everyone met at Tóni's garage,and  they repaired their cars of course together. Once a guy came to Tóni with a Benz,and I…

The healthy guy draws to cars. Guys with some perversions like also the old cars. The aberrated ones also use them, moreover deify them. This blog is about these 20-30 years old heavy metals and about the attached pleasures and displeasures. Because everyone is Benz-bugger in the company, it's about…