Moving back to Netherlands and a new addition to the fleet! In a few weeks time our four year stint in India is coming to an end. My wife and I have thoroughly enjoyed our four years here. Both professionally as well as personally, it has been a great experience.
More or less by chance my next job assignment will take me back to my home country the Netherlands, for a few years.
Last week we spend in the Netherlands. Me, mostly to get introduced to my customer and my team. My wife to get our home in the Netherlands in order.
One of the chores I have to do is to get the missus and me rolling again in the Netherlands. As you can see in my garage I have various cars already. For the last seven years they have been in storage with a friend of mine who runs a garage/workshop. Whenever we visited the Netherlands I would call him the week before and tell him which car to get ready.
Now he has instructions to get them all ready in the next two weeks. I have two garages myself and last week I managed to rent some more garage space just around the corner from us. So all our cars will have a roof over their head so to speak.
About four years ago, when we moved from Kansas City to Delhi, my wife stayed in the Netherlands for a few months, whilst I was shuttling back and forth between KC and Delhi. We decided that we needed just a simple, cheap, reliable runabout for her.
So on a Saturday afternoon we went out and bought a 2002 Ford Fiesta for Euro 1200. To put that in perspective, that is less then my bicycle cost. It’s less then my second hand Royal Enfield Bullet here in India cost.
But we have had numerous Ford Fiesta’s, we both like them, I can do all maintenance and repair myself. So we kept this car all those years. It just sat outside our house waiting for us to show up every 3-4 months or so. Occasionally the kids took it out. Never did anything special to it. We showed up, I started it, drove it to the petrol station to check the tire pressure and that was it. It never let us down. It always started, never a problem.
Last year whilst on a trip to the UK my wife got it rear-ended by the Suffolk County Police. Pushed in the rear door. Took a bit of effort, but in the end they actually paid us for all damages. Cant remember the exact amount but it was just about Euro 1200 as well or thereabouts. I never spend that money. I gave the rear door a couple of whacks with a hammer so it would open and close again and left it at that. All you could see was a small dent. I’m fine with that, at least on this car.
About five minutes walk away from our house is a former Ford, now Kia dealer. I know the owner pretty well. We have bought three second hand cars from him in the last fifteen years. He allows me the use of his tools and workshop whenever I don’t have the necessary kit. When we moved to this place, it was a real village with only a few thousand people. But small enough that everybody with a shop knew all their customers personally. I like that. It’s all about personal trust and the fact that we keep coming back to him, based on the excellent service he provides.
Proper old school gentleman that takes pride in looking after his customers.
I was looking on the internet for a new second hand Fiesta and came across one that was advertised with our old Ford dealer. So we walked over. My wife fell in love straight away with the colour.
For those of you familiar with my posts you might recall that I typically don’t buy new cars. Even second hand cars I only buy with at least 100.000 km on the clock. Shows you are never too old to change your habits.
This Fiesta was just under a year old, with only 17.000 km on the clock. It’s original sales value was Euro 16.610. It was advertised for Euro 12.500. Which proves my point that buying new is stupid. That is 25% depreciation in less than a year! This thing had not even had it’s first service as that is due at 20.000km!
He also gave us back Euro 750 trade in on the old Fiesta.
I have owned and co-owned dozens and dozens of cars. All my friends and colleagues are always going on how they manage and negotiate these amazing car deals. If half of what they tell me is true, the dealers are actually paying them rather then the other way around.
I can honestly say that I have never ever made money on any of my cars. Every single one has always cost me a lot of money. I believe the correct financial term is a s**t load of money!I remember once, when living in Brighton I owned a very old Datsun 120Y. As we were moving to the Netherlands at that time I had to sell it. Could not find a buyer. In the end I actually had to pay a scrap yard to take it off me!!
But I can honestly claim that on my old Fiesta I have, finally, finally, made some money. Bought it for Euro 1200, sold it for Euro 700 and thanks to the Suffolk constabulary I got another Euro 1200 in the kitty. So I’m up by Euro 700. Admittedly I had to put a few more Euro’s to the new Fiesta but still. At least I can now brag about my car negotiating skills with the best of my friends.
We took it for a test drive and my wife was very very pleased with it. And after having a real banger for the last couple of years, we decided to treat ourselves and buy a one year old car. It is the most expensive and newest car we have ever bought ourselves (the company cars don’t count). My Jaguar XJR cost less and was seven years old when I bought it.
It’s the 1.0 Ecoboost version. Nice little engine. I have already ordered the software upgrade for my AutoEngenuity OBD analyser so I can read the Ford specific codes.
This car comes with a pretty exhaustive list of options that hold absolutely no value for my wife. So I tried to explain about the cruise control, the ABS, the traction control, the voice control for the radio and the navigation system, but she is not even remotely interested in any of this lark.
She likes the colour, the fact that it has five doors, she thinks its nippy to drive and that it is near new. For some reason, she is less convinced on the reliability of old cars then me.
This, only because many years ago, our then boring second hand Volvo 340DS left her and our three screaming kids stranded on the motorway. I was told in no uncertain terms to get rid of the Volvo or she would file for divorce. For the past four years I have been living under the thread that in case the old Fiesta banger breaks down she would walk into the nearest car dealer, whichever dealer and would order the first car she bumps into on the spot. Believe me, with my missus that is not an idle threat!
I have been given my instructions to program her (3) favourite radio stations into the radio and show her which button to push to get each station. And she doesn’t want to be using the onboard navigation system. I have to put the TomTom in. I’ll hardwire it into the battery so she doesn’t have to mess around with the charger and cigarette lighter.
The owners manual is well over 400 pages. I’m one of these nerd, no matter what my wife thinks of it, that will actually read every single page. I will try out and check out every feature on this car or any car I own for that matter. I’m also on the lookout for the proper workshop manuals and technical bulletins. But I’ll probably get those next time we are in the UK.
Anyway, very happy with our new Ford Fiesta. It looks smashing, very nice interior. Even for me at 1.96m its pretty comfortable. its not particularly fast, but you need to drive these things like a cart anyway. Just throw it through the corners, never brake, never lift, ever!The missus doesn’t agree, but this is how i drive it when alone.
I really can’t make the comparison to India, but in the Netherlands this is a quite a cheap car to buy and to own. It’s relatively light which means low on road tax and it is also very cheap to insure. Its going to get insured in my wife’s name, because its her car, and women get better insurance rates then men.
Here in India I sold my beautiful restored 1975 Royal Enfield 350CC Bullet as well. I have seriously contemplated bringing it back with me. But in the end it would cost a lot of money. I would have to get my motorbike license in the Netherlands. For some reason the Dutch officials won’t trade an Indian bike licence for a Dutch one. I wonder why.
Getting your Dutch Motor bike license involves getting lessons and having to take three separate exams. A theoretical test, a vehicle control test and a road test. I just could not be bothered. I’m really not a biker, I’m more a car guy. I got into biking here in India for lack of a classic car scene they way I like to see it.
I have thoroughly enjoyed my 12.500 km on my bullet. And I have made countless friends on the various rides. So from now on its just part of the very fond memories I have of India. |