No deal.
On the way there it was all the RX7's defroster could do to keep half the windshield clear, and the sides just enough to see the mirrors. We had to keep recirculate on because 75% of the heat goes to the driver's footwell for some reason, a problem exacerbated by drawing 5 degree outside air. The air conditioning was on the whole time to clean the moisture out, but that didn't stop it from freezing on the inside of the windows. That's how it cold was at 4am while cruising 70mph through the hills of Pennsylvania. Believe it or not, we were pretty toasty while during our 7:30am nap in the car, our only sleep for over 25 hours and during the coldest time of the day, no less.
We showed up to this kid's house at about 11:30. Riverton, New Jersey, right across the river from Philadelphia. We pull up, have a little meet and greet and while Jimmy, the seller, and my cousin, Tyler, walk back to the garage I return to my car to make sure I had my $4000 envelope. I looked at it but I wasn't overcome with excitement about spending it, or even part of it. Maybe that was a sign.
The car looked decent at first glance. Jimmy had made it out to be one of the best E30s he'd seen, though I did convince him to photograph the car thoroughly and write about all its flaws. I needed a list. There were bodywork imperfections here and there but nothing I've never had on my own cars, some clearcoat scratches and scuffs, but the engine bay was stupendously clean and parts of the interior were in near-perfect shape. In particular, the dash was excellent in look and feel, and uncracked. The seats were Euro-market factory Recaros which get a B- for some very minor tears in the vinyl but controls that still work well, and an excellent fit and superb comfort around my thin body. The carpet had been cut which left a sour taste in my mouth, and small trim pieces were missing here and there, inside and in the trunk. Might that be offset by the working cruise control and the super nifty 1986-status trip computer? As it turned out, no.
The question of heat came up. It went like this, "Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask you...does the heat work?"
"No."
"..."
The heater core had burst previously, leaking into the interior, leading to the cut carpet which I assume was cleaned and laid back into place. Right, so the car is out a heater core and it is 5 degree outside. Great! Would the universally praised E30 driving dynamics make up for all these faults? As it turned out, no.
The car started before it even turned over, and it sounded nice. Albeit the exhaust was a fart can with a custom pipe, not the "Magnaflow catback" as the ad said, but it sounded good. As I said the seat was lovely and the pedals were easy to modulate, though a bid stiffer than the Japanese norm I'm used to. The steering seemed dreadfully slow, and I wondered what idiot engineer decided to use the steering column from a Peterbilt. How the hell can you praise this thing as a "sports car" when it feels like swinging a school bus around a corner? The angle of the wheel was even worse than my old Civic, in fact. The shifter has a well-worn version of BMW's typically lifeless and rubbery feel, though it did shift easily, smoothly, and definitely wasn't like a mop in a bucket. I quite enjoyed going left and up into reverse. As we were driving I remembered that car had 160,000 or more miles (the odometer had stopped, as is typical) so I put the thing in 4th at about 30 mph and floored it. You car people will know this as "the test". The satisfyingly torquey engine started chugging and the revs started climbing - slowly at first, then faster, and soon they were soaring to the 5000rpm redline. The same thing happened it fifth. A slipping clutch is definitely not what I was expecting from this car or this seller, but that's what it had. So much for driving dynamics.
Tyler and I stayed outside to deliberate in private. We called some BMW friends, explained the situation, theorized, and considered what I really want from a new car, and after 10 minutes and a few frozen toes, we came to a decision. We knocked on Jimmy's door and he invited us in, but we said no thanks. "I decided not to buy the car."
"Oh...okay."
"There were problems that disappointed me and problems that surprised me, and they don't fit with what I want out of a new car. I want to buy a car that does everything better than the one I have, and honestly that E30 is not it. Thank you for letting us look at and drive it, and good luck selling it."
We shook hands and left. Tyler and I drove back into Philly where we stopped at a Walmart for some supplies. We cruised on over to Pat's King of Steaks to try some real Philly cheesesteaks, and boy, even though it had crept up to 15 degrees by this time, they were fantastic. I'll definitely be going back when it warms up. We stuffed ourselves to the gills and proceeded toward the highway for the trip home.