Purchase day. "Love at first sight, not a marriage of convenience" — Toyota MR2, 2.0 liter, 1993

It happens like this: You aim at a certain brand of car, at a specific model, and maybe even at the only acceptable configuration - and that’s it - you don’t notice other cars. You only want it, you dream about it, you collect information, you ask for
useful advice, you become a member of the forum-club in advance, you follow all the sales announcements on all conceivable and unthinkable sites. And most importantly - with lust you save up or earn the necessary
funds for it ...

And then, when this long-awaited day comes, and you, having the right amount on hand, go for the deified chosen one, whom you already
know everything about, whom you have watched many times, and even drove several times — SUCH a car will definitely come across your eyes — about which you have never heard, never seen, and KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. And most importantly, it will cost, NATURALLY, two / three times more expensive. But the cunning automobile Cupid has already done his vile deed, and you, completely forgetting about "that long-awaited one", are already dialing the phone of your borrower friends, or you are persuading an already not very satisfied wife, and of course you part with all your hard-earned money, and borrowed funds ...
But ... you get IT! This mysterious and unknown. Incomprehensible and brand new
for you ... (here everyone has their own epithet to express emotions)

That’s what happened to me too… From early childhood, I always wanted to have a pocket rocket, a death capsule, an atmosphere-wee-tek-stool — a Honda TsRIKS…
How much I read about them, how many photos I reviewed, how many different manuals I downloaded… I’ve been on the
forum for almost a year rubbed. Acquaintances got all of her. I tortured the sellers...
And in the end I bought her... My... Toyota...
I didn't know anything about this brand at all. I’ll say more
- I never saw her live, I didn’t even see her in pictures or in the movies (or didn’t notice), but then I saw her - that’s all. !NADA! And I didn’t care that I had no idea what kind of engine it had, how much power, what consumption, how much they cost and where to get parts, and things like that ... I just fell in love with her at first sight and that’s it.

It's like in life - you are friends with some classmate from infancy, and everyone predicts a wedding for you right after school, and you leave the prom and fall in love without a tower with some stranger ...

All I had time to do before buying — is to go to the forum and ask the
current teammates: "Well, is it worth taking?" And what can they answer? (Themselves shot by the same Amur) ... "Of course! It's worth it! It's better not to find it" ... And in princepe, I will forever be grateful to them for this.

I had only to sit in it — the decision was immediately made. (I must express my gratitude to the previous owner - the car really bribed like a candy wrapper) Leather interior, DVD with a rear-view camera, sports steering wheel, carbon fiber trim, additional sensors, embroidered floor mats ... Outside, too, everything sparkled like a Christmas tree - a carbon fiber body kit and air intakes, three -Level painting, highlighting the bottom and casting unrealistic size. Nice. Truth.

However, this was only an addition to my feelings about the car. What attracted me to her so much? As I said before, I didn’t know anything about it until the day of purchase, so my whole impression of the car was based only on the visuals. I did not know that the MRki had such a good balance between the axles. I did not
know that the centrally located motor is cool. I didn’t know that she was very clear in control and responsive to the steering wheel … I didn’t know all this. But when I
got behind the wheel and felt that I was like a part of the car, along with it, merged into it. That the pedals are like an extension of the legs, the steering wheel is not-far-not-close-not-high-not-low AS WELL. And the hand lying on the mine
"shaft" — in general in catharsis — I realized that I will never go to TsRiKse … In general, the salon in MP2 — a fairy tale. The fact that it is double — it is only a plus. People of any height can freely sit behind the wheel and nearby (Zhenya, hello!) There are a lot of compartments, glove compartments, drawers, etc. around. All devices are easy to read and all the buttons and switches are at hand and where necessary. And don't pick anyone up! No seedlings for the dacha with grandmothers and dogs. No kindergartens on the run. No drunken friends "on-the-way-toss" ... She is only yours! Selfish car. Weekend car.

Here is such a day of purchase. No deliberation. No logic. Some feelings, passion, emotions and unimaginable desire. Like spontaneous sex with a beautiful stranger.

It was not a marriage of convenience - it was love at first sight.

This is how it all started...