The fucking crackhead I've been chasing for over a week called me today. Asked if I wanted to look at his car. I told him I'd all but closed another deal, but offered to look at it. He calls his buddy where it's stored, and it turns out he's in Florida.
This guy is a fucking ACE at selling cars, I gotta tell ya.
I might still check it out, if the guy who's storing its son can open the garage, though, because this one is a roller, and has matching #s. I'm only not nuts about this one because someone has put flares on it, and that means I would have to do bodywork. I'd rather build an entire car and engine than do bodywork.
Pics as I get 'em.
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