I was driving my car last week; an old Plymouth, in the navigator seat was my buddy. I
was chauffeuring him to a neighboring state to look at a vintage car. He had been
meticulously searching for the right car for some time and I would to tag along any
chance I got. Driving a vintage car to check out another vintage car that's for sale,
is one of my favorite things. I love pulling up in my 1974 Plymouth and seeing the look
on the potential seller's face. Have you ever had an old car for sale and a couple of
"adults" climb out of a stout hot-rod to take a look? You know you're doomed. They'll
find any flaws, hasty repairs or nagging trouble spots and beat you up on the price. If
I'm selling an old car, I much prefer the dreamy-eyed, going through mid-life crisis,
had a car just like this when they were in high school and "gotta have it no matter how
much it costs" type person than someone like me or my buddy showing up.
So there we were,
motoring up the highway and practicing our "good cop, bad cop" routine. Since my buddy
was the potential purchaser, he would be the "good cop", that left me to be the "bad cop."
If you've never done this, give it a try next time your car shopping. I, the "bad cop",
will find any tiny imperfection and scowl, groan and say "Ahh, man…I don't know about
this…how much are you asking again?" Meanwhile, my buddy, the "good cop", will sit
inside, rub the dash and interior and look very interested. Now the seller will
gravitate to the "good cop."
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Daily Drives is a monthly column relating experiences driving these old cars.
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"If you've never done this, give it a try next time your car shopping."
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