My brother and I decided that we would track down my dad's last patrol car before he retired and restore it back to full 1992 duty status, down to the old radar gun and lights. I tracked it down and I contacted the owner and tell him I'm looking for an NSP retired mustang fastback. He says he will sell it, but won't discuss a price over the phone. I show up at this guys farm and he is running a freaking junk pickers heaven. There the car sits, no tranny, no motor, dull paint and all. He asks me why I have to have an NSP Mustang and I tell him (FUCKING STUPIDLY) that it was my dad's last patrol car and that he had died recently, and my brother and I wanted to restore it back to a fully marked car for car shows, fund raisers and parades.
The cocksucker gave me a dull look and said $10,000. I had heard from the local cops (I stopped in for directions and to make sure I wasn't going to a nutjobs farm) that he only wanted $2500 for it. So my brother suggest we get a third party to buy it and now the car "isn't for sale" because this douchbag knows that it's us trying to buy it. My best guess is the car will rot into the ground now because this fucking asshole would rather let it rot then sell it to a potential buyer that might be doing it for us. So our checking accounts are taking a hit, we will pay him what he wants. But I'm bringing cash tomorrow and still plan on trying to get a couple bucks knocked off.
I know the guy has a right to make a buck, but the car isn't worth $2500 let alone $10,000 in it's current condition. The restoration alone is going to run us over $15K. The cocksucker is just taking advantage and it's my fault for thinking everybody in this god for saken state is a "square dealer".
So, I guess the FU really goes to me, for getting emotional when I saw the car and felt the need to tell my life story, causing the price to go up with each word. I admit it, I teared up when I saw dad's car. I'm such a fucking girl.