Black Hills 'Vette

I'm riding through the hills of So. Dakota - and stop for a break.  Get some gas . . . and this guy pulls his garage door open and this very early (1953 I think?) Corvette is sitting in there.  I thought maybe he didn't know what he had . . . He gave me a price and I about fell over - I rode away on my creeky ol' Sporty.
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Irish Rich said...

Hey, before you had the local paper and maybe Hemmings Motor News, but now you can thank the internet, cable/satellite TV, and Barrett-Jackson.

We used to find a lot of bikes and cars dirt cheap by just stopping in a feed & grain store in the Dakotas, Montana, or Wyoming and reading the local town and ranch newspapers. Lone gone......

Friday, September 23, 2011
Noot said...

Farm Bureau Spokesman and Des Moines Register were hot - not now.

Friday, September 23, 2011
Anchor Motorsickle said...

This is how I deal with these situations. I wait until they say the price then a take off a 0 and then act like I am getting the best deal ever. He says 50,000 and I say Holy Shit 5,000 dollars is a great deal. I will write a check right now. All the while the owner is trying to correct me saying "no I said 50,000 dollars" I will usually keep at it until I get yelled at.At that point I say oh you think this is worth how much, you are fucking crazy . Then walk off wishing I had 50,000 to blow on a sweet car. Try this same tactic at the swap meets. They say 50 I say 5 and just see how far you can push them. Most people hate me by the way.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

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