Llinyn Y £8000 Porsche Boxster S – bargen neu drychineb?

Mae'r syniad o Boxster S rhad yn ymddangos bron yn rhy dda i fod yn wir, ond weithiau efallai y byddai'n werth cymryd y cyfle. Ffoniodd y ffôn ac ar ôl ychydig eiliadau'n unig o wrando ar y person ar y pen arall, suddodd fy nghalon.
Fy nhad i – sy'n 76 oed ond sy'n dal i fod ag obsesiwn anobeithiol gan geir – eisiau gwybod beth feddyliais am y syniad ohono'n prynu merch 14 oed Porsche Boxster S.
Sut ar y ddaear ydych chi i fod i ymateb i gwestiwn fel yna ar fore diflas ym mis Ionawr?
Mewn ymateb, fe'i hatgoffaais gyntaf o'i oedran, ac yna es i rywfaint o fanylion bach am faint y gallai Boxster 14 oed gostio i'w drwsio pan, nid os, y mae'n mynd o'i le.
Ond erbyn hynny roedd eisoes ymhell i mewn i'w stride, gan ddweud wrthyf faint o fargen yr oedd yr enghraifft arbennig hon i'w gweld, ac am pam yr oedd eisoes wedi gwneud ei feddwl yr oedd yn mynd i'w brynu.
Felly bryd hynny penderfynais wrando – ei arian a fydd yn diflannu i lawr y plwg pan fydd y biliau'n dechrau treiglo, wedi'r cyfan. Ac bryd hynny aeth pethau o ddrwg i waeth.
Mae'n perthyn i ddyn Tsieineaidd sy'n swnio'n braf iawn sy'n byw yn Twickenham, meddai fy nhad. A'i unig 15,000 o filltiroedd a wnaeth.
A faint mae'r Chinaman neis o Twickenham am ei gael o bosibl yn Boxster S? Holais.
Wyth mawreddog, atebodd. Er i Im obeithio y bydd uffern yn cymryd saith a hanner.
O Dduw, meddyliais, mae'n mynd i'w brynu mewn gwirionedd. Ac ar y pwynt hwnnw beth allwch chi ei wneud? Felly, awgrymais y dylai fynd a gyrru'r car cyn trosglwyddo unrhyw arian mewn frenzied o naïf ceir. Pa un a wnaeth y diwrnod wedyn, a daeth yn ôl hyd yn oed yn fwy brwdfrydig gan yr hyn a ddarganfuwyd.
Mae'r car dan sylw wedi bod yn eiddo i'r un person Tsieineaidd braf o'r newydd, mae'n troi allan, ac roedd yn ymddangos ei fod mor ddilys ag y maent yn ei gael. Prynodd Hed ef yn haf 2000 o Porsche AFN yn Chiswick.
Ychydig ar ôl hynny aeth i weithio yn America am bum mlynedd, er hynny, yn ystod y cyfnod hwnnw cafodd AFN i ofalu am y car drwy ei redeg yn rheolaidd, gan bob cyfrif.
A phan ddaeth yn ôl i'r DU fe'i defnyddiodd fel ail gar, fel tegan, yn y bôn, a pharhaodd i'w wasanaethu gan AFN a chafodd bob un bil i brofi hynny.
Roedd ganddo hefyd hwdis trydan newydd sbon, ac roedd newydd gael 1100 o waith wedi'i wneud arno i drwsio gollyngiad bach yn un o'i seilos. A phan yrrodd fy hen ddyn adref ychydig ddyddiau'n ddiweddarach, ar ôl cymryd rhan gyda 7700, credaf y gallai, am ychydig eiliadau, fod wedi bod y dyn hapusaf ar y ddaear.
Ychydig ddyddiau'n ddiweddarach es i draw a chymryd golwg arno, a doeddwn i ddim yn gallu credu fy llygaid yn iawn – oherwydd yno, yn eistedd ar fy ngyrfa Mam a Dadau, oedd yr hyn oedd yn edrych fel Porsche Boxster S newydd sbon. Roedd yn edrych, yn wir, fel pe bai newydd ddod oddi ar y llinell gynhyrchu.
Felly mi yrrodd hi rownd y bloc am dipyn a doedd dim cymaint â chwip o squeak o unrhyw le. Roedd y damperi'n dal i deimlo'n braf ac yn perky, roedd y blwch gêr yn ymddangos yn ddi-fai, fel y gwnaeth y llywio, y brêcs, yr ymateb i'r troellwr, y nodyn blinder, y llawdriniaeth hood, y caban, y ddwy esgidiau o flaen a chefn... rydych chi'n ei enwi, roedd y car yn ymddangos yn berffaith.
Nid yn unig yr oedd yn edrych fel Boxster S newydd sbon ond roedd yn ymddangos ei fod yn gyrru'n eithaf tebyg i un hefyd.
Ac yn awr nid yw fy nghalon yn cael ei chanu mwyach – ar unrhyw gyfradd, nid tan i'r alwad ffôn ryfedd nesaf am geir ddigwydd. . .

The idea of a cheap Boxster S seems almost too good to be true, but sometimes it might just be worth taking the chance. The telephone rang and after just a few seconds of listening to the person on the other end, my heart sank.
It was my father – who is 76 but still hopelessly obsessed by cars – wanting to know what I thought about the idea of him buying a 14-year-old Porsche Boxster S.
How on earth are you supposed to react to a question like that on a miserable morning in January?
In response I first reminded him of his age, and then went into some minor detail about how much a 14-year-old Boxster might cost to fix when, not if, it goes wrong.
But by that time he was already well into his stride, telling me how much of a bargain this particular example appeared to be, and about why he had already made up his mind he was going to buy it.
So at that point I decided to listen – its his money that will disappear down the plughole when the bills begin rolling in, after all. And at that point things went from bad to worse.
It belongs to a very nice sounding Chinese man who lives in Twickenham, said my father. And its only done 15,000 miles.
And how much does the nice Chinaman from Twickenham want for his possibly clocked Boxster S? I enquired.
Eight grand, he replied. Although Im hoping hell take seven and a half.
Oh God, I thought, he really is going to buy it. And at that point what can you do? So I suggested he should go and actually drive the car before handing over any money in a frenzied outburst of car naïvety. Which he did the very next day, and came back even more enthused by what hed discovered.
The car in question has been owned by the same nice Chinese person from new, it turns out, and he seemed to be as genuine as they get. Hed bought it in the summer of 2000 from Porsche AFN in Chiswick.
Not long after that he went to work in America for five years, though, during which time he got AFN to look after the car by running it up on a regular basis, by all accounts.
And when he came back to the UK he used it as a second car, as a toy, basically, and continued to get it serviced by AFN and had every single bill to prove it.
It also had a brand new electric hood, and had just had 1100 of work carried out on it to fix a small leak in one of its sills. And when my old man drove it home a few days later, having parted with 7700, I think he might, just for a few seconds, have been the happiest man on earth.
A couple of days later I went over and took a look at it, and I couldnt quite believe my eyes – because there, sitting on my Mum and Dads drive, was what looked like a brand new Porsche Boxster S. It looked, indeed, as if it had just come off the production line.
So I drove it round the block for a bit and there wasnt so much as a whiff of a squeak from anywhere. The dampers still felt nice and perky, the gearbox seemed faultless, as did the steering, the brakes, the throttle response, the exhaust note, the hood operation, the cabin, the two boots front and rear… you name it, the car seemed perfect.
Not only did it look like a brand new Boxster S but it appeared to drive pretty much like one, too.
And now my heart is no longer sunk – at any rate, not until the next bizarre phone call about cars occurs. . .