When I was in High school, my dad and I went to the Big 3 Swap meet that use to come to Jack Murphy Stadium in San Diego every year around Presidents weekend. We were there looking for some parts for my dads 50 Lincoln, and I still needed a few interior parts for my 40 Merc. We had spent the better part of the day on the hunt, headed back out to my car, and the ass-hat was sitting on my car fender. My dad told him to unass himself from my car. He asked my dad how much for the Merc., my dad told him he's asking the wrong guy. He looked at me and chuckled, and than told me he would give me 8K for it. I looked at him and said "8K---WOW Really?" I told him to go screw himself. I said you have no clue what is under the hood, behind the motor, or what rear-end is in it. I got into my car fired it off, and drove away. The next day my dad and I were back at the swap meet, and that same ass-hat comes walking up with a whole different attitude. Started asking questions about the car, and than I told him it wasn't for sale. When he said 25K, I looked at my dad, and pulled my dad off to the side and talked to him a bit about that offer. My dad said it was up to me, but that is a hell of an offer, since maybe we had 9K in it. I told him cash...he said cashiers check be OK? I was 16ish, I'd never even heard of a cashiers check...my dad laughed and said that would be fine. One of the hardest phone calls I've ever made, calling my mom to come get us from the Swap Meet, and bring the Pink Slip to my 40 Merc.
Sunday comes and we are headed back to the Swap Meet in my dads 50 Lincoln. Cool car, figured that was going to be my next project, buy it off the old man with the money I just got, and finish it out. We come out to go to lunch, and there is a older gentleman, sitting on the tailgate of his 53 Ford. First words out of him mouth were...How we doing today gents? Who's Lincoln? My dad said it was his and mine...Father/Son project, and wasn't really for sale. He grind at my dad and said "We both know everything has a price" The older gentleman explained he had a 50 Lincoln when he was in high school, and sold it when he shipped off to Viet Nam. Automatic bonding with my dad. They talked about the military a bit, looked the car over a bit, my dad gave him the run down on what has been done to it. The guy said with out batting an eye 18K. I think we had 6K in it, with the Blown Flat Head, the Trans being rebuild, new clutch, the 4 hydraulic cylinders for the power windows, and the case of Flat Black spray paint we sprayed the car with to make it one color. My dad said go call your mother, and tell her to come pick us up, and bring the Pink Slip. I quickly replied "Oh Hell No, I'm not getting an ass chewing again" My dad called me a *****, and went and called my mom. On the way home my mom informed my dad and me we are no longer aloud to go to the swap meet with our Hot Rods ever again.
I would like to say my Extracab isn't for sale, but if someone offered me enough money...Maybe
