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Originally Posted by look 171
Well Glen, considered yourself lucky. One time, I drove my 930, couple of shady guys helped themselves and stuck half their bodies inside to get a pic while the car was in a private driveway. I was inside a house I was building and came out and politely ask why they are halfway inside my car. One reply in broken English with a thick middle eastern accent,
Them: "We want to buy car. How much?".
Me: car isn't for sale.
Them:"come-on, everyone have price and you have price too.".
Me: Nope, not for sale
They wouldn't quit and continue to take photos of it while walking around the car.
Them: "we pay good. I give 50,000 cash. I go bank now. You sell, its good price."
These two dumb fooks, around 30 years old, had black pants and tight black tee shirts on with baseball cap worn backward and drove a newish Dodge Ram truck with dark sunglasses. What a pest.
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Been there, done that. On our trip to the New England area and to hit all the tiny NE states in my quest to drive my 911 in all the lower 48 we stopped at a waterfall in Kent, Connecticut, that was a state park. The Camp Macedonia built by the CCC.
I parked at the far end of the parking lot as usual, and there was just one other car there, a BIG black SUV with dark tinted windows. My first thought was the Sopranos. As we walked past the driver that had a thick Armenian accent said he wants to buy my car. I told him it is not for sale at any reasonable price, and I need it to complete my vacation. He asked again, how much. I said a quarter of a million. He laughed and we walked on.
As we walked up the trail, to the waterfall, we say two large men carry a large "body bag" size bag from the car to the picnicking area. My wife said it looks like they are going to bury a body in the woods. The bag had food and picnic stuff in it, and the set up a large table of food and started a fire in a grill. Several other black SUVs arrived and they had a major party going on. We walked back down the trail, and he asked again to buy my car. I replied I will need it to get home. We polity waved goodby and left.
That was 25,000 miles ago, and many states ago.