Yesterday I regretfully sold my 10th anniversary Termi with exceptionally low mileage and clean as ****. I was reluctant during the whole ordeal, honestly never thought I would sell the car. With a few life changes on the horizon it was the best thing to do. With another kid on the way I need to buy a bigger house. Also I am just starting up my remodeling/construction business so I really needed the extra capital for everything.
I was dealing with who I thought was the buyer over the course of 3 weeks or so. He was a gentleman in his 50's and seemed like he would take great care of the car based on our conversations. He and his son were finally able to make the trek in yesterday to finalize the deal, they drove 6 hours one way. After a pretty lengthy interrogation as to how I maintained and treated the car we went for a drive. He was immediately sold on the car after the drive, said it was by far the best performing car he had ever had the pleasure of riding in. Which made selling it sting just that much more, I'm very proud of my car.
Unbeknownst to me the car was being purchased for his 20 year old son that was mute during the 2 hour inspection and drive. The father didn't mention this until after all paperwork and money had been exchanged. When I came out of the house with my file of maintenance records and receipts I overheard him making his kid promise he wouldn't blow the engine in this one like he did in the the car mine was replacing. Now, I know the car is his to do whatever with but this bothered me a great deal. I mean, the car (Natasha), yes, I named the old girl, means a lot to me. Tons of sentimental value, I wanted to know that she was going to a good home where she would continue to be taken care of.
The kid couldn't just be in the moment and enjoy his new ride that daddy paid for. He was so busy texting while backing out of my driveway he cut the wheel too soon. Ended up bouncing up and off the curb which when the car came down slammed the front bumper straight on the curb. Little bastard scrapped the paint as well as cracked the cover :cuss::fm::mj::bash::xpl:. To top things off he didn't even care enough to stop and assess if he had done any damage. I mean, that may have been because I exploded with, "Are you ****ing kidding me!!!?" with a trail of additional expletives muttered in anger.
As I followed them off my road heading back to work I get to watch my sexy ride swerve away down the road because dip shit was still texting. The sad truth is, after hearing about the kid's lack luster driving habits, I don't foresee my car maintaining it's pristine low mileage status. Please, someone come on over and give me a :kaboom:. Anyway, I needed to vent so sorry for the lengthy post. Figure if anyone would get it fellow enthusiasts and car guys would.
I was dealing with who I thought was the buyer over the course of 3 weeks or so. He was a gentleman in his 50's and seemed like he would take great care of the car based on our conversations. He and his son were finally able to make the trek in yesterday to finalize the deal, they drove 6 hours one way. After a pretty lengthy interrogation as to how I maintained and treated the car we went for a drive. He was immediately sold on the car after the drive, said it was by far the best performing car he had ever had the pleasure of riding in. Which made selling it sting just that much more, I'm very proud of my car.
Unbeknownst to me the car was being purchased for his 20 year old son that was mute during the 2 hour inspection and drive. The father didn't mention this until after all paperwork and money had been exchanged. When I came out of the house with my file of maintenance records and receipts I overheard him making his kid promise he wouldn't blow the engine in this one like he did in the the car mine was replacing. Now, I know the car is his to do whatever with but this bothered me a great deal. I mean, the car (Natasha), yes, I named the old girl, means a lot to me. Tons of sentimental value, I wanted to know that she was going to a good home where she would continue to be taken care of.
The kid couldn't just be in the moment and enjoy his new ride that daddy paid for. He was so busy texting while backing out of my driveway he cut the wheel too soon. Ended up bouncing up and off the curb which when the car came down slammed the front bumper straight on the curb. Little bastard scrapped the paint as well as cracked the cover :cuss::fm::mj::bash::xpl:. To top things off he didn't even care enough to stop and assess if he had done any damage. I mean, that may have been because I exploded with, "Are you ****ing kidding me!!!?" with a trail of additional expletives muttered in anger.
As I followed them off my road heading back to work I get to watch my sexy ride swerve away down the road because dip shit was still texting. The sad truth is, after hearing about the kid's lack luster driving habits, I don't foresee my car maintaining it's pristine low mileage status. Please, someone come on over and give me a :kaboom:. Anyway, I needed to vent so sorry for the lengthy post. Figure if anyone would get it fellow enthusiasts and car guys would.
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