A couple of years ago, I was trying very hard to buy a 1970 barracuda convertible with v6. The owner, was ready to sale or told me he was, then once it came time to close the deal, he would always blow me off. He runs a few local businesses and always claimed to be just to busy to take my money. I really wanted a vert, so I was very persistant and stayed with the routine for a couple of weeks. I called daily, and would typically get, "ya, ya, that's a great, car, ya, ya, I'd like to sale it to you. Ya ya, everyone is always trying to get it bought and I get calls about it all the time. Hold on a second...I have another call." Then the guy would be gone. It would be hard to catch him for a day or two and then this process would repeat it's self.
After awhile, I kind of gave up on it and starting looking for other cars. I saw the guy about a year ago and he asked me if I still wanted the convertible? He said that he had just turned down $40,000 the other day. I told him he should have taken the forty and ran and I didn't want the car bad enough to pay forty for it. Actually, after jacking around with him the first time, no way I would even pay what I offered the first time (which was too much).
One day this past summer, I was driving by the building he keeps the car stored at. The car was sitting inside the building with all kinds of boxes of crap stacked on top of it. I think Daytona might have posted a picture then. I noticed a couple of months ago, that he must have aquired more boxes of crap and no longer had room for the cuda indoors. I really can't believe that the guy didn't take my money and I am glad I didn't give it to him. He is letting the cuda rot outside to store crap that's not worth the potential of this car. A couple of good years in the Indiana elements and there won't be much left.
Here is a picture I took today on my camera phone. Not the greatest quality, but I think you can get the idea.
