As Hey-O mentioned, I’d like to find a buyer for my old car that likes it somewhere in the ballpark I do. That is if I’m able to do still of sound mind and body…before my offspring will get rid of it with all my other **** in the garage and basement as fast as they can. Spent years of blood, sweat, cuss words, and cash, restoring it. Guys doing this have a common thread; car becomes part of your soul.
I’ve posted this before about selling my cherished ’67 GTO eons ago to a dude I thought liked the car. Come to find every time I spotted it around town it was more trashed! First the rear stoved in, then the front, later a fender. One time spotted it in a mall parking lot and walked up to it. Filthy-shitty looking. His girlfriend was in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash. Interior looked like a trash can with garbage strewn about. The ****-wad came back while I was walking around it. Was I pissed. I said “What da **** have you done to my car? When I sold it to you, ya could eat off the gas pedal!” He replied “Ain’t your car anymore.” Replied, you like living like a pig? ******* regret handing you the keys.” Later I saw it sitting outside in a dealer’s junk lot…more trashed. Went in to ask what they wanted for it, 750 bucks! I told the dipshit I sold it mint for a grand a year ago!
Made a pledge back then I’d never sell another one of my cherished rides to anyone within a 100 miles so I’d never see it again.
I’ve posted this before about selling my cherished ’67 GTO eons ago to a dude I thought liked the car. Come to find every time I spotted it around town it was more trashed! First the rear stoved in, then the front, later a fender. One time spotted it in a mall parking lot and walked up to it. Filthy-shitty looking. His girlfriend was in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash. Interior looked like a trash can with garbage strewn about. The ****-wad came back while I was walking around it. Was I pissed. I said “What da **** have you done to my car? When I sold it to you, ya could eat off the gas pedal!” He replied “Ain’t your car anymore.” Replied, you like living like a pig? ******* regret handing you the keys.” Later I saw it sitting outside in a dealer’s junk lot…more trashed. Went in to ask what they wanted for it, 750 bucks! I told the dipshit I sold it mint for a grand a year ago!
Made a pledge back then I’d never sell another one of my cherished rides to anyone within a 100 miles so I’d never see it again.