Poland - the Nude Europe Venture Begins

The Unclothed Europe Trip Begins!
Bare Europe - On Monday I arrived in Poland. family nudist photos called "New Europe." Where a new naturist federation formed two years ago.
Thirty kilometers in the airport in Wroclaw (Yes, you read me right. Kilometers. I haven't any idea how much that is and yes that's the letter "L" with a line through it. Interestingly it sounds like a "W" whereas the first "W" in the name of that town sounds like a "V" while the second "W" sounds like an "F" and the "C" seems like the "ts" in the word "cats" giving you - never mind. Welcome to Europe.) I found a Polish-style used car lot. It was six cars parked along the side of the road. Pieces of xerox paper taped to the inside of the windows spelled out the make, the model, plus some numbers with commas in between them that I do not quite comprehend. None of the cars had radios. Where a radio should have been were wires sticking out in every way. I used ton't ask.
Among the six automobiles was the auto my uncle had suggested I purchase. It was a Ford Mondeo, which over the phone had sounded like Garrison Monday, oh! I'd never heard of this kind of car. It wasn't something I thought Ford would make. I was scared Fort was more than the usual phonetic mishandling. Like the Somy television I 'd once watched where the soccer player's pants had been stretched out two feet behind him. Yet there was the symbol. Just like in America. Ford. Minus a radio.
Rental Car for the Bare Europe Excursion
I passed on the Mondeo. In town I found an Escort for sale from 1997. Same Ford Logo. Same xerox paper taped to the window. This one had something different. It had a radio. Air conditioning. Power windows. The mileage read 50,000. I understood the odometer had just five digits. Adroit.
I took the Escort for a test drive. The owner said his wife had used it to see her parents. She didn't want it anymore. The wheels squeaked but otherwise the car managed itself nicely. The engine stalled twice but that is not ususual when you are gauging a vehicle's manual transmission for the first time. It is something you must get used to.
I agreed to buy the automobile. I drove it myself down to the bank so I could withdraw cash. The man took cash for a really special reason that I 'll not get into but sadly after I came back to the car and attempted to unlock the door the key would not work. My uncle called up the man. He forgot to tell us the lock on the driver's side was busted. To open the door on the passenger side you had to jiggle the key a particular manner. He drove down to the bank to show us. We bargained down the cost a little. (It looked like a lot more on paper. Reference previously.) Cash changed hands.
I took the car to a garage to get it inspected. Everything seemed fine. The mechanics told me I got a superb deal. Until the auto went up on the lift. They saw the rotten area when driving. They began jabbing at it. A hole formed. It got bigger. Half the frame ended through to a floor. My uncle suggested I take it to another mechanic. "The type you don't have to pay," he said, winking. I didn't know what he meant. But I am glad he's my godfather.
Shoddy A/C Knob
I went to buy insurance. It turns out the previous owner wasn't just shunning his inlaws. His wife had caused an accident. The premium on the Ford Escort had gone sky high. Funny how that hadn't been mentioned. as soon as I went to see the new automobile mechanic he gave me the awful news. The engine stalls when it's chilly. Here I thought it was my clumsiness with the clutch. He says it's not even worth repair. I said never mind. I got behind the wheel. I turned on the air conditioning. Thank God it works. I went to turn it off. The knob broke off within my hand.
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