Mr.Ed
Swollen Member
A month or so ago I ran across a craigslist ad for a '75 Dart for $1200. I need a parts car and it was close so I went to take a look. The car was pretty ratty and had the parts I needed, but way more than I wanted to spend. It was your typical /6, rotted, broken exhaust, vinyl roof ripped off, baby blue Dart. I passed. I figured I would keep an eye on it 'cause there's no way somebody's paying $1200 for it.
A couple of weeks go by I see it listed again, this time for $1000. I also see it on ebay with a starting bid of $800. I'm watching the auction and not a single bidder ponys up. I even passed on another Dart on ebay figuring I would get this one. Ok, here's my chance. A couple days ago, I call the guy. "Sorry, just sold it for $900." Oh well!
Now today I'm outside working on my Dart and I hear a loud exhaust. Out of the corner of my eye I see this baby blue Dart with no vinyl roof. It can't be! I run out to the end of my driveway to see where he's going. I live at the beginning of a dead-end street so I knew he wasn't going very far. He goes past my house and makes a u-turn in my next door neighbor's driveway. As he drives past my house again we make eye contact. It's an 18 year old kid, smiling from ear to ear, with shiny new plates on the ratty old Dart, followed by what must have been his dad in an '09 Charger. I nodded, he nodded and went on his way while I stood there dumbfounded.
Obviously he just picked up his new car and was driving around, but what the heck made him come past my house like that?
A classic case of a Dart in the hand is worth two in the bush or vice versa. Plus, God is taunting me.
A couple of weeks go by I see it listed again, this time for $1000. I also see it on ebay with a starting bid of $800. I'm watching the auction and not a single bidder ponys up. I even passed on another Dart on ebay figuring I would get this one. Ok, here's my chance. A couple days ago, I call the guy. "Sorry, just sold it for $900." Oh well!
Now today I'm outside working on my Dart and I hear a loud exhaust. Out of the corner of my eye I see this baby blue Dart with no vinyl roof. It can't be! I run out to the end of my driveway to see where he's going. I live at the beginning of a dead-end street so I knew he wasn't going very far. He goes past my house and makes a u-turn in my next door neighbor's driveway. As he drives past my house again we make eye contact. It's an 18 year old kid, smiling from ear to ear, with shiny new plates on the ratty old Dart, followed by what must have been his dad in an '09 Charger. I nodded, he nodded and went on his way while I stood there dumbfounded.
Obviously he just picked up his new car and was driving around, but what the heck made him come past my house like that?
A classic case of a Dart in the hand is worth two in the bush or vice versa. Plus, God is taunting me.
