Mein erstes Auto

Ich habe heute einen netten Satz gehört: „Da muss jeder durch, mindestens 700 Dollar Schaden mitnehmen auf welche Art auch immer“. Ich dachte mir, ich mach das gleich am Anfang mit. Ich habe mir nämlich ein Auto gekauft. Ein süßer sportlicher roter Mazda. Ich war mit zwei Freunden (eine Amerikanerin und ein Schwede) bei einer Auto Auktion. Mein Mitbewohner hat dort ein ziemlich cooles Auto (Kombi) in gutem Zustand (kleine Beule und Kratzer) für nur ca 1000 Euro gekauft. Kann ich auch, dachte ich. Leider war ich mal wieder etwas spät dran und konnte nicht mehr Probe fahren. Brauch ich auch nicht, dachte ich. Die werden ja keine Autos verkaufen, die nicht funktionieren. Und die Feinheiten hör ich eh nicht raus… Naja, dumm gelaufen. Habe dann also mein süßes Auto (Bonnie) für 700 Dollar (plus 170 Gebühren) ersteigert, d.h. so 500 Euro. Habe mich rießig gefreut, bis ich es heimgefahren habe. Auf dem Heimweg ist es ca 7 Mal abgesoffen. Da das Öllämpchen leuchtet dachten wir, es fehlt nur Öl, aber der Mechaniker hat uns ziemlich schnell vom Gegenteil überzeugt. Nicht genug Druck drauf, Ölpumpe kaputt. Mist. Ziemlich teuer zu reparieren („wahrscheinlich mindestens noch mal so viel wie sie für ihr Auto bezahlt haben“), und vor allem weiß man nicht, ob der Motor schon Schaden abbekommen hat.

Habe nun versucht es zurück zu geben, habe mich rechtlich beraten lassen und so weiter, aber momentan sieht es nicht so gut aus. Die Rechtsberaterin meinte, dass ich im Recht bin, allerdings scheint es dadurch, dass es eine Auktion war schwierig zu sein. Ich bin aber noch am dran Arbeiten. Ich werde wieder berichten, wenn ich mehr weiß!

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