the vehicle was a few grand more than he wanted for it, but he was looking for a quick sale.
Three hours later, and in Joe’s old Jeep, they drove up the driveway of a comfortable house in North Raleigh. An older man came out to meet them.
“A bit of an upgrade for you, young man, from a Cherokee to an R8! I only want cash for the car,” the old man said.
Introductions were made and the owner, in his mid-sixties, quickly noticed that the younger man who was the interested buyer had on leg prostheses. “I see you have the same legs I used to fit onto many of my patients, young man. I’m retired now and my eyesight is failing. I want to sell up, buy a boat to live on and head down to Florida in the winters and Cape Cod, where my wife is from, during the summers. She has given me three months to sell everything. The house is sold, but I just can’t find anybody who can afford my baby. Victor, you say your name is?” VIN nodded. “Well, Victor, if you can afford her, we can do a deal. My R8 has been looked after better than I look after myself. I purchased her new; she is the eight-cylinder model, not the ten, and I’ve been told the eight-cylinder, 4.2 liter engine, is far sweeter than the larger one. Still want to see her?”
He was a good salesman. VIN’s first look at his new car, lying under a cloth in the retired man’s garage, was breathtaking. He just stood there and looked while the owner and Joe carefully unwrapped the yellow cotton cover.
“I know you will look after her, and once she is sold, we can move. If you have the ability to write me a check I can cash, young man, make it out for $95,000 and she is yours.”
Without a word VIN wrote out the check and gave it to the man. The bank was the same one the retired doctor used and he asked for a few minutes while he went in and checked with his branch. Joe was already on the phone to a car insurance friend of his, gave him VIN’s information, and twenty minutes later the happy old man returned stating that the car was now his, gave him the keys, and Joe’s phone rang saying that VIN was covered.
After an hour of the man showing VIN how to drive the car properly, and several goodbyes, the two men left. VIN drove carefully; he now knew what a wild horse would feel like. His car just wanted to take him and wrap him around the nearest road junction. Driving behind the Jeep, he carefully used the manual gearbox and kept the “wild horse” in control.
An hour later they arrived back to see Jonesy sitting on the outside steps of Joe’s closed office.
“Oh crap!” stated Joe as a smiling VIN pulled in next to him. “I’m sorry, Jonesy; I’m 30 minutes late for our appointment. Please forgive me. I had to help get Victor some wheels.”
“I see that his new wheels aren’t the reason you are late, Mr. Attorney. He could have been here an hour ago,” replied the former Air Force pilot not getting up. “But since his new car looks as sweet as, and the same color as many of the aircraft I used to fly, I’ll forgive you this time. Nice ride, kid.”
The meeting was to be short and VIN sat outside looking over his new ride while the two men did their business. They exited the office together. “Want to join us for a beer, kid?” Jonesy asked.
“Sure, something to celebrate my new ride, Mr. Air Force Pilot. I’ll join you for a drink; I have nothing at the hotel to go back to.”
“You staying in a hotel?” asked Jonesy.
“A Holiday Inn, ever since I left base two weeks ago. It’s a bit expensive, but I plan to move on in a few days; maybe check out Texas, or the mountains, or California.”
Jonesy found the car interesting. He had never seen one before and told Joe to lead while he went with VIN. On the short stretch to the restaurant/bar Joe called his regular drinking hole, Jonesy seemed impressed with the silver bullet, especially with the price of the three-year-old car. Behind the Jeep, VIN couldn’t do much, but to Jonesy, the
Three hours later, and in Joe’s old Jeep, they drove up the driveway of a comfortable house in North Raleigh. An older man came out to meet them.
“A bit of an upgrade for you, young man, from a Cherokee to an R8! I only want cash for the car,” the old man said.
Introductions were made and the owner, in his mid-sixties, quickly noticed that the younger man who was the interested buyer had on leg prostheses. “I see you have the same legs I used to fit onto many of my patients, young man. I’m retired now and my eyesight is failing. I want to sell up, buy a boat to live on and head down to Florida in the winters and Cape Cod, where my wife is from, during the summers. She has given me three months to sell everything. The house is sold, but I just can’t find anybody who can afford my baby. Victor, you say your name is?” VIN nodded. “Well, Victor, if you can afford her, we can do a deal. My R8 has been looked after better than I look after myself. I purchased her new; she is the eight-cylinder model, not the ten, and I’ve been told the eight-cylinder, 4.2 liter engine, is far sweeter than the larger one. Still want to see her?”
He was a good salesman. VIN’s first look at his new car, lying under a cloth in the retired man’s garage, was breathtaking. He just stood there and looked while the owner and Joe carefully unwrapped the yellow cotton cover.
“I know you will look after her, and once she is sold, we can move. If you have the ability to write me a check I can cash, young man, make it out for $95,000 and she is yours.”
Without a word VIN wrote out the check and gave it to the man. The bank was the same one the retired doctor used and he asked for a few minutes while he went in and checked with his branch. Joe was already on the phone to a car insurance friend of his, gave him VIN’s information, and twenty minutes later the happy old man returned stating that the car was now his, gave him the keys, and Joe’s phone rang saying that VIN was covered.
After an hour of the man showing VIN how to drive the car properly, and several goodbyes, the two men left. VIN drove carefully; he now knew what a wild horse would feel like. His car just wanted to take him and wrap him around the nearest road junction. Driving behind the Jeep, he carefully used the manual gearbox and kept the “wild horse” in control.
An hour later they arrived back to see Jonesy sitting on the outside steps of Joe’s closed office.
“Oh crap!” stated Joe as a smiling VIN pulled in next to him. “I’m sorry, Jonesy; I’m 30 minutes late for our appointment. Please forgive me. I had to help get Victor some wheels.”
“I see that his new wheels aren’t the reason you are late, Mr. Attorney. He could have been here an hour ago,” replied the former Air Force pilot not getting up. “But since his new car looks as sweet as, and the same color as many of the aircraft I used to fly, I’ll forgive you this time. Nice ride, kid.”
The meeting was to be short and VIN sat outside looking over his new ride while the two men did their business. They exited the office together. “Want to join us for a beer, kid?” Jonesy asked.
“Sure, something to celebrate my new ride, Mr. Air Force Pilot. I’ll join you for a drink; I have nothing at the hotel to go back to.”
“You staying in a hotel?” asked Jonesy.
“A Holiday Inn, ever since I left base two weeks ago. It’s a bit expensive, but I plan to move on in a few days; maybe check out Texas, or the mountains, or California.”
Jonesy found the car interesting. He had never seen one before and told Joe to lead while he went with VIN. On the short stretch to the restaurant/bar Joe called his regular drinking hole, Jonesy seemed impressed with the silver bullet, especially with the price of the three-year-old car. Behind the Jeep, VIN couldn’t do much, but to Jonesy, the
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