Hammer Time: Let My Sheeple Go!
Well, I knew it was only a matter of time. Down in the furthest recesses of a new car dealer’s lot, I saw a line of vehicles with windshields covered in chalk. They all said the same thing: “C.A.R.S. Impound from K.O. Towing Company bought July.” There was a Ford Explorer, an Isuzu Rodeo, a purply swirly conversion van, and about 30 other bastard orphans. They were forsaken by their prior owners. Some voluntarily. Others perhaps on the influence of drug-laden stupidity. Then the real surprise came out . . .
We were told that we could have any vehicles on the other side of the fence for $2500. These were vehicles of the exact same type . . . with one exception. They were in far better condition. These were models that were rejected by the C.A.R.S. auditors for varying reasons. A lot of them surprisingly had no insurance at one point in the past year. This fact shocked the hell out of me because anyone who is involved in our industry realizes that most folks will drop their insurance when times get tight. Apparently these deals were done in haste.
But then again, what the hell were the impounded cars doing there? This made no sense to me unless the dealer had finally found some type of loophole, or friend. Hmmm. This store . . . a domestic . . . isn’t doing too well at all and has the inventory to show it. On the flip side, the Nissan dealer down the street has moved over 300 clunkers. It’s renting out several storage spaces between here and Deliverance.
Oh well. I knew certain dealers would win in the end. Que Sera, Sera . . . Or as this fellow is fond of saying . . .
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