RussMS
10-08-2005, 10:35 PM
Since I am not very good at tells tales, much less this tale of woe, please take it for what its worth.
Some of you may have read some of my other posts or may have guessed from my signature, I do not yet own a car or project of any kind. Being the father of 2 girls, one of which is wheelchair bound and has lot of medical expenses, has made having one a future goal. I am confident I will get there, but it will take time.
My first choice for a project car would be a 1968 Camaro RS, but having a great appreciation for other makes and models I may start out with something else. I need to get my feet wet and would rather screw up something else first if you can get the idea. But if the “perfect car” ever came up. . . well what would you do?
It did, but. . .
My sad tale
I am a CPA in public practice. I don’t own my own store yet but one day I probably will. While consulting with a client about 5 month ago, I found out he was the proud owner of a 1950ish Corvette Roadster, a 1956 Chevy Bel Air Nomad and a 1970 RoadRunner Project in Progress. (Great cars btw)
Through chatting with him about cars and other items, I find out that the young man dating his daughter has a 1968 Camaro Convertible. He describes it as “triple black.” (I can only assumes this means black paint, top and interior. He offers to set up a ride for me in it during this years upcoming “Cruisin the Coast” (Cancelled btw due to Hurricane Katrina.)
Months go by and I think nothing more of it.
Hurricane Katrina hits. The area I work in is literally devastated. The areas that flood are totally destroyed and the areas that never flood have 2’ to 6’ of water. Muscle cars in the area are severely damaged, some in the bottom of the gulf. My client’s cars are OK for which I am very glad. Some of the others are not so lucky. A friend of mine lost a TA and a Hemi-cuda conversion. (Yes he is crying his eyes out)
What happened to the 1968 Camaro Convertible? I had to ask and did. It got 2 feet of water.
The insurance companies have been just totaling cars out around here. Electrical or engines + salt water = problems they don’t want to deal with. Can’t say I blame them really.
The owner of the ’68 got a settlement and they let him keep the car. Some guys get all the luck.
So then my client hits me with “and I think he is going to sell it.”
“How much?” I ask trying to sound reasonably interested, not totally obsessed and about to come out of my chair.
“You could probably make him an offer. He doesn’t want much for it now with all the damage. I think it will go for a couple thousand.”
As my heartrate doubles, he says “Let me call my daughter and ask her about it.”
He calls daughter. Daughter calls boyfriend. Daughter calls Dad back. During this time I am running thru my head:
How to talk the wife into it and thinking it wouldn’t be tough.
How to get the saltwater out and trying to think of how fast a company could work me in to get it dipped.
How cule it will look when I get thru tricking it out to a PT machine.
Then the call back.
“Hello, Oh he did . . .” My heart sinks and the bile begins to rise. “Hang on a minute.” Then he tells me “looks like he sold it to a local car dealer for $2,000.” Then he tells his daughter on the phone “I think he is sick.”
It felt like someone kicked me in the stomach. I manage a weak smile and a laugh and don’t actually pound on my desk til after he leaves.
The dealer says he intends to keep the car. Or he knows what he has and will sell it for what it will be worth once he gets it running and halfassedly gets some of the saltwater off it. Either way I was one day late.
Somebody shoot me?
Disappointed in Mississippi
Some of you may have read some of my other posts or may have guessed from my signature, I do not yet own a car or project of any kind. Being the father of 2 girls, one of which is wheelchair bound and has lot of medical expenses, has made having one a future goal. I am confident I will get there, but it will take time.
My first choice for a project car would be a 1968 Camaro RS, but having a great appreciation for other makes and models I may start out with something else. I need to get my feet wet and would rather screw up something else first if you can get the idea. But if the “perfect car” ever came up. . . well what would you do?
It did, but. . .
My sad tale
I am a CPA in public practice. I don’t own my own store yet but one day I probably will. While consulting with a client about 5 month ago, I found out he was the proud owner of a 1950ish Corvette Roadster, a 1956 Chevy Bel Air Nomad and a 1970 RoadRunner Project in Progress. (Great cars btw)
Through chatting with him about cars and other items, I find out that the young man dating his daughter has a 1968 Camaro Convertible. He describes it as “triple black.” (I can only assumes this means black paint, top and interior. He offers to set up a ride for me in it during this years upcoming “Cruisin the Coast” (Cancelled btw due to Hurricane Katrina.)
Months go by and I think nothing more of it.
Hurricane Katrina hits. The area I work in is literally devastated. The areas that flood are totally destroyed and the areas that never flood have 2’ to 6’ of water. Muscle cars in the area are severely damaged, some in the bottom of the gulf. My client’s cars are OK for which I am very glad. Some of the others are not so lucky. A friend of mine lost a TA and a Hemi-cuda conversion. (Yes he is crying his eyes out)
What happened to the 1968 Camaro Convertible? I had to ask and did. It got 2 feet of water.
The insurance companies have been just totaling cars out around here. Electrical or engines + salt water = problems they don’t want to deal with. Can’t say I blame them really.
The owner of the ’68 got a settlement and they let him keep the car. Some guys get all the luck.
So then my client hits me with “and I think he is going to sell it.”
“How much?” I ask trying to sound reasonably interested, not totally obsessed and about to come out of my chair.
“You could probably make him an offer. He doesn’t want much for it now with all the damage. I think it will go for a couple thousand.”
As my heartrate doubles, he says “Let me call my daughter and ask her about it.”
He calls daughter. Daughter calls boyfriend. Daughter calls Dad back. During this time I am running thru my head:
How to talk the wife into it and thinking it wouldn’t be tough.
How to get the saltwater out and trying to think of how fast a company could work me in to get it dipped.
How cule it will look when I get thru tricking it out to a PT machine.
Then the call back.
“Hello, Oh he did . . .” My heart sinks and the bile begins to rise. “Hang on a minute.” Then he tells me “looks like he sold it to a local car dealer for $2,000.” Then he tells his daughter on the phone “I think he is sick.”
It felt like someone kicked me in the stomach. I manage a weak smile and a laugh and don’t actually pound on my desk til after he leaves.
The dealer says he intends to keep the car. Or he knows what he has and will sell it for what it will be worth once he gets it running and halfassedly gets some of the saltwater off it. Either way I was one day late.
Somebody shoot me?
Disappointed in Mississippi