The story happened a couple of years ago, and all this time it, in fact, continued with breaks for antracts and furches.
The fact is that my uncle, uncle Misha, a pre-retirement man, bought a car, a Toyota Corolla, in 2008. I bought it from a colleague at work, thirty-year-old Vitalik, who at the time of the sale brutally deceived him - squeezed the run, carried out some minimal cleaning of the cabin, almost hand-painted from a bubble of pimples on the body. The car clearly ran more than 400 thousand, but the odometer showed a curly 120. For the car Vitalik took without a bargain (uncle Misha, a naive soul, did not even try to drop the price) slightly more than 400 thousand, although the red price for her - 200-250. During that time, any machine would turn into wood, but Toyota somehow, to my great surprise, kept. Although bad - the engine was triple, there was a mess in the cabin, the instrument panel blinked and dimly lit. The worst was the box. The kings of this year were put on the notorious, well-known in narrow circles robot, and the car at times beat out into neutral even in small traffic jams. It was necessary to stand for ten or twenty minutes, opening the hood, and then the car was driving, but with huge problems. Uncle Misha was in despair, tried to talk to the seller, but he made a brick and answered all questions in the style: "I don't know anything, before buying it was necessary to check, and so you are a fool." The last step here was the trial, but Uncle Misha refused to judge - the man is very peaceful, calm and intelligent, and better pulls everything in himself than he goes to the roof. In short, of those whom such as Vitalik are considered to be slugs and their natural prey. They generally judge the world as a wild jungle, where whoever is stronger is right. Today decency is gone.
I tried to take the matter, but nothing worked out, Vitalik and I laughed in the eyes. I wanted to move him in the rod, especially in the composition I was much larger, but Uncle Misha persuaded to end the world - to say, God is his judge. I offered my mother-in-law my car, an old X-trail (just then a new one), he completely refused - to say, buy yourself with your daughter something better, and I am old already, I don't need much, I ride perfectly on public transportation. Meanwhile, the car was not an empty thing for him - soon to retire, and so far there is a possibility, he wanted to somehow rebuild his mansion under Sergey Posad, and even retired to settle there. When I could, I carried it, of course, but I could not always - the work of myself is associated with constant rides. My heart was bleeding when I heard his stories about how he was carrying construction materials on the train - there were banks of paint, some rails, boards, tubes, the old man was literally dragging on himself like a turtle.
And I decided to help him. In the summer of the 14th year, he went to his relatives to Volgograd for three weeks, and I took his keys from the queen - to say, I turn it, I will show the knowledgeable master. The test took a strict promise from me not to spend on repairs, but I had my own plans... First I took a robot - it turned out, there were three problematic elements - clutch, actuator and transmission control blog. All this was replaced for 60 thousand rubles, and the car went like new - without scratches and scratches. Then I took the engine. I thought at first that it was possible to replace the coils, and all that, but it turned out that there was a chain, and the resource was worked out, so I had to spend seriously and go to the contract. Then they entered the brake system, shaken the walk. It turned out, all of this is very inexpensive with Toyota, well times and a half more expensive than on a jiggle, even if you take original or close to them parts. Luckily, the car had absolutely no distortions in the geometry of the body, and apparently was not in serious accidents. Then they cleaned the cabin, renewed the LCP a little bit, the tamper was placed on new attachments (there was one broken and he talked with a disgusting scratch while riding the fist). We also replaced the air conditioner compressor, put a new battery. The car, of course, was not entirely new from this, there are no miracles, but it was now possible to drive. Uncle Misha, I returned the keys, abandoned carelessly - to say, there was nothing like this with the car, a couple of screws turned and the seals somewhere changed. He believed, the naive soul, and still in every case thanks me and asks the phone of the mysterious miracle master - personally thank him. The car, in fact, is still driving, in these two years without causing the slightest problem.
But this story had a funny side effect. The fact is that the same Vitalik, who sold the car to Uncle Misha, was surprised to follow its technical evolution. He knew perfectly what condition she was in, and represented the cost of repairs (why, in fact, and melted), and for him even the fact that she was driving on the roads, represented a mystery of the level of the mystery of the resurrection of Lazarus. At first, he was simply surprised to watch my uncle Misha, and later began to ask questions - to tell how much the repair cost, what was done with the engine, what was changed in the box. Uncle Misha first waved, and then, so that he stood behind, he simply repeated my words: they replaced, say, some places the seals, and pulled a couple of screws. Vitalik made his eyes round and... believed. Strange, but scammers who are accustomed to lying on every move know how to appreciate and understand honesty. He was jealous. He bought himself a relatively fresh Passat, and already encountered a bunch of repairs - there was something on the DSC, and on the steering rail, and so on. It all cost a huge amount of money - one mechatronic in a box pulled for a hundred thousand rubles. He was missing in the services and jealously looked at Uncle Misha's king, she became for him, finally, a kind of mushroom, constantly irritating him. He even wept that he had sold it too cheaply, and complained about the penetration of the elderly, and spoke of his nobleness. Now he is again sitting without the car, again it is in repair, and the aunt is coming out on retirement days. I hope that the scammer will not read this story, and will not learn about our little secret - let him torment a little more, deserved.