Got to tell you about yesterday. Just to make me feel better.
E-bay advert popped up with no pics. One of those kinda under the radar ads that people miss. So, blue, P reg, 140k miles, good ad with nothing in it that shouldn't be - like heated number plates and selectable 6 wheel drive. Only 100 miles away too. So I rang the bloke. He said, 'Just about to put some pics up". Chatted to him told him what I wanted, he indicated that this was straight and square. So I said, right, get the pics on and if it looks decent, expect me in the morning at 10.30.
Late on, the pics appear, so I ring him straight away. It rings and rings until voicemail come in. I leave a message. I had already mailed him too. Said I liked it and if it checked out below the waist, I'd drive it away. Left him contact details. I found a second email addy for him, so sent him another detailed message.
That night, I Googled the B'Jesus out of him and his business. Now, his site says he's been a faimily business for 60 years and has other stuff. But his address is the middle of an Asda car park. But Google Earth can be a bit behind and in little towns like Burnley, streets get chopped in half by things like this.
Up early, big bag of cash etc etc, flew up there. Took 2 hours and got there bang on opening time. Obviously I couldn't see him there, so I rang him.
"Hi it's Chris, I'm up to see the Cruiser only I can't find you"
"No you aren't" he says. "Not today - you should've rung, like you are now, where are you?"
"in Asda's car park - whadya mean not today?"
"No chance, not today, far too busy, I've all sorts to do, you should have let me know"
"Like when I rang you yesterday, and then left you a message on you voicemail?"
"I haven't checked my messages"
"Well then that's not much help is it, but it's why I sent you two e-mails to make sure"
"Oh, I haven't checked my e-mails"
"So, what can we do then?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing, why not, I've driven 2 hours to see this, I might as well see it at least"
"Not going to happen, anyway, it's just gone in for an MOT"
"Right I'll go and see it there then"
"Nooo, noo. Sorry fella. No, you can't do that"
"Why not?"
"It's not there at the minute - where you are; it's in Rochdale"
"Ok so what next, I have wasted my time"
"Well, it's a lovely day and the countryside is beautiful, there's plenty to go and see"
Me, keeping calm "No I don't think I shall bother, I have another one to go and look at that I think I might buy instead"
"Well I don't mind that, anyway, the Missus isn't too keen on selling it anyway"
End of conversation. I won't swear, but if you take every single expletive that you have ever heard, string them all together and spit nails whilst you scream them into a cupboard, you won't even be close.
Obviously today, having read his mails and taken his messages, he's now up to speed, has rung me and apologised profusely, offered me first refusal and an assurance of a good deal obviously. HAS HE F*&%!!!!!!
Chross not Chris
). I think I should just keep my 95 - so little has ever had to be done to it & just sailed through another MOT this week without any advisories (even the handbrake works
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