Last night was a wonderfully inebriated excursion into my past. You know how these nights start: a few buddies come by to (socially-distanced) catch up, talk shop, and wax poetic about previous car ownership endeavors. Remember that N54 335i, Mark? Oh, you don't remember how the HPFP failed three times on you, but you remember how she pulled ferociously on the highway? Rose-colored glasses fully dawned (alcohol helps), the conversation pivoted my way. "Hey Kaz, what happened to your old A4?" "You know, why did I get rid of that car? I never had a single issue with her!" Mostly sober, I now look back on this statement with scorn: cam followers every 15k, water pump o-rings, wheel bearings, carbon cleanings...I was perpetually working on that car. Here's the old girl, in all her 2014 glory:
With the B7 A4 firmly implanted in all of our minds as a pinnacle of automotive engineering, we noticed something peculiar happening across the street. Could it be? A 2008 A4 being pushed out of its driveway? Curious, we approached the group and peppered them with somewhat slurred questions. The conversation progressed in a direction that seemed more and more surreal. Unfortunately, things become hazy around this time. I woke up to this:
I'm still collecting details, but the best I can surmise from my buddies is that the car (2.0T, Quattro, 6 speed, 130k miles) needs front suspension work and a battery. It was going to be given away, but instead is now gracing my driveway. It also (apparently) fires right up with a jump, and runs quite strong. There is a front passenger wheel included with the deal, so now I will go outside to put it on and wheel her into the garage. I have no idea how I got here, or what I'm doing, but feel free to jump on this train with me.