On Wednesday, July 7th, I purchased my coworker's 1991 Suzuki Cappuccino. He bought it when he was stationed in Japan with the Army and then brought it back with him after his tour. He then stashed it at his friends house in Virginia for 1.5 years. A couple of weeks ago, he drove to Virginia from Florida to pick the Cappuccino and his RZR 900 up and bring them back to Florida. Upon bringing both vehicles back, he soon realized that he doesn't have enough room. The RZR got stuffed in the garage and the Cappuccino slept in the driveway, in his wife's spot. His wife wasn't very happy with that arrangement and he came to the conclusion that he probably wouldn't work on the Cappuccino since he has two other vehicles and his RZR to keep him busy.
Upon hearing he finally brought the Cappuccino back to Florida, I enquired about its status. "I guess I'll sell it since I know I won't have time or space to work on it", he told me. Since I got off work early due to TS Elsa, I asked if I could come see it that day.
"Sure, come over about noon. My wife is at work and I'm cooking some steaks on the grill. I'll throw one on for ya."
So I drove over there, ate some great steak, climbed all over the little car, tried to get it started, tried to jump it and finally gave in and bought a battery.
It fired right up with a fresh battery. "It runs and drives" my buddy told me.
"Can I take it up and down the street?", I asked.
" Sure! Just be mindful of the brakes. I think they work" he reminded me.
So I drove it around a bit. It ran pretty good. The clutch worked and the trans shifted well.
I pulled back up to his driveway and turned it off.
"What do you want for it?" I asked.
"Uhhhh, how about $2500?" was the reply.
My checkbook flew out of my pocket and he had a check for $2500 dollhairs before he could finish the sentence.