Look, I'll grant the wisdom of sending our boy Austin down the path to enlightenment through self-denial and a level of forced humility that can only be achieved by owning a French car. But a Citroen? That's the kind of half measure that brings perfectly viable acolytes to ruin.
Montucky is clearly interested in being stranded in the middle of nowhere by something cheap and weird that he can break his knuckles on while hiding from his family. Spending a little hard-earned money on tools and parts and earning the respect of his selected peers for what some may see as foolhardy or outright quixotic. He wants to lay in a pool of oil and coolant, with an aptly-named trouble light at his side while he curses long-dead engineers whose numerous mistakes were committed a third of a world away.
For this experience there is but one place to go. Where the cars are so unwanted that the ads predate the recent surge in used car prices. Where the idea of taking money for the car at all carries a certain guilt. And the larger guilt of initiating a new member into the club (even informally) precludes any guile and sets Montucky up for honest, if totally horrific, transactions. I speak, of course, of the Renault Club of North America:
https://forum.renaultclub.us/forum/m...or-sale-wanted
Apologies in advance. Godspeed.
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