4° of Auto Transport Interaction. Part 2

Car DealerThe car business is such a fickle beast; sometimes it gives you nothing but lemons, but other times, you get that one gem that you know will bring in the Benjamins. I walked in the dealership early this morning wishing I was still asleep, as I always do. Little did I know, as strange as it sounds, a 24 year old college girl was about to make my day. My phone rings and when I answer the voice on the other end says, “Hey, I have a red hunk of junk that was given to me and I want to sell it. My grandfather died, left me this old car, and I just want it gone. Will you come look at it?”.

Rusted Plymouth

I arranged a time to go take a look at the car and as I headed that way I was dreading the meeting. I kept thinking how I was about to have to deal with some naïve college kid that was about to ask me for way too much money for some piece of crap vehicle I can’t do anything with; I was ever so wrong. I pulled up to her house and she explained that her grandfather had died about a month or so ago, left her this car in his will, and how she didn’t want it because her parents had just bought her a new 2014 VW Beatle which I assumed was the green waste of space she had in her drive way. She takes me to her garage and when she opened the door I became a kid in a candy store. I think I might have started drooling when I saw this car. Her “hunk of junk” was a 1970 Plymouth GTX, candy apple red, immaculate condition. GTXShe told me about how her grandpa used to spend all his free time working on this car and I realized I had stumbled on this poor old man’s pride and joy. Just when I think it can’t get any better I popped the hood to find, you guessed it, 4-barrel 440 CID Super Commando V8 engine. Once I saw that I knew I had to have this car so I asked her how much she wanted for it. She told me she owed $2,000 in tuition and if she could get that she’d be happy. As tempting as it was to give her the $2,000 I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night so I offered her 4 grand. At least that way she could pay her tuition and have some money left over for whatever college kids blow their money on, parties with her friends or maybe a lift kit for that green monster in her drive way. I paid the girl and the deal was done.


I got the car back to the dealership and cleaned her to the point where you could perform surgery on the hood, and boy was she beautiful. As tempting as it was for me to keep this baby for myself, I knew the right buyer would be willing to pay a pretty penny for this car and I could use the profits. I snapped some photos and posted her on Auto Trader Classics. And now we wait…


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