[Crowbob]

Reminds me of the time one late summer when I was in the driveway detailing my pristine, rust-free Triumph Spitfire to sell. I knew I couldn't store it in a climate-controlled building to keep it from rusting. A dedicated Sunday only car to constantly tinker with was no longer in the cards at that time in my life so it had to go, sadly.

So this young college kid comes up earning his way through some Ohio college by selling books or something door to door. He fell in love with the car even before I told him it was for sale.

He asked how much? Thinking it over for a minute, I decided to ask waaay high knowing he didn't have much money and it would be a totally impractical car for him. Well he forced on me a small, non-refundable cash deposit and asked me to hold it for a couple days because he was due a pretty big check for most of his summer's work.

Sure enough he shows up with the dough. We do the deal and he drives off happy as a clam.

A week or so goes by and he calls asking if I know anybody who knows how to work on these cars.