Several weeks ago, my car stalled out on the highway. I couldn’t restart it, and thankfully had the presence of mind to keep my foot off the brakes, since there was no shoulder to pull off onto. I knew my exit was coming up, so I managed to coast onto my exit and then off onto the shoulder.
I looked under the hood at the mysterious pieces of metal and rubber which do who knows what and I was unable to detect the problem. Heh.
Six weeks later, after much to-ing and fro-ing about whether or not to replace the engine, I placed an ad on Craigslist to sell the car as is, needing a new engine. I woke the next morning to an inbox full of messages expressing interest.
Craigslist is what soup would be if you picked up your refrigerator and dumped everything into the pot, containers, mold, vitamins, and all. I had to laugh at some of the responses. People who offered me half of what I was asking, which was already a very low price. The guy who sent me a scam message with a fake “craihgslist” link. And the man who told me this huge story, apologizing for not getting back to me (?) sooner because he was in the military and his squadron had been put on duty just that day, or something like that.
And then there were Juan and Roberto. They offered me MORE than my asking price and offered to drive over that day and pick up the car. So, I agreed. I mean, who wouldn’t? I told more than one of my family members that day that I would believe it when I see it. After all, the internet is rife with stories about people who apparently do not read well. For all I knew, these guys maybe hadn’t read the ad closely. But I figured, no loss if they do not show.
But they did! Juan sat in the pickup talking on the phone, while Roberto got out to do the deal. “Hey, Juan, spanish, spanish, spanish.” “Si, Roberto, spanish, spanish, spanish.” Me: “Does [Juan] speak English, because I do not speak Spanish.” (secretly wondering if they were trying to pull a fast one on me, not because they were Hispanic, but because I’m writing the story!)
“I thought your hossband would be here.” said Juan, clearly bemused by my insistence that he go with me to get the title transferred.
Me, remembering ALL THE STORIES, so not going to give away any details: “No, he couldn’t make it today.” (Because he is in Phoenix at the moment, but that’s my secret!)
Time to settle up. Roberto: “You said $x00?” with x being $150 dollars less than the agreed-upon price. Ha, ha, ha, I laughed heartily. You think I was born yesterday?
Title transferred, my purse full of legal currency (I hope!), and off they go, back to their home city, two hours away. And it had been a pleasure.
I forgot to get the plates off the car, and I wanted them, so Juan said he would mail them to me. And guess what? He did. They arrived yesterday.
The first time I have ever sold a car is now in the history books. And if Juan and Roberto come calling to buy your car, I highly recommend working with them.