No, really. It's not for sale.

[Midorikawa]

As I may have mentioned before, I have a 1973 Plymouth Duster that's my first love, second only to the wife. It was my first car. I bought it for $250 when I was 15, and dad and I restored it mechanically during high school. I'm waiting the money to be able to afford the body work and interior work that so badly needs to be done. It's a diamond in the rough, and it's my baby. I took it to the gas station for a fill up, then parked it out front of the 7-11 to get a drink before work one day. Some Larry The Cable Guy twin wandered up to me and started asking me about the car. I'm used to this, as a classic car owner. I'm used to getting offers on the car, too. This guy went too far.

WG: Weird Guy
Me:

WG: What'cha got in it?
Me: '81 Dodge 225 CID Slant 6.
WG: Awesome. Wanna sell it to me?
Me: (Smiling...because who doesn't like having a car people envy and want?) Sorry, it's not for sale.
WG: Really? I have cash. I can buy it from you right now.
Me: Really really. It's not for sale, for any price.

At this point, I turn away from him and go into the store, thinking maybe he'll get the hint. Not so lucky.

*WG pulls out a sizable wad of bills, most of which are 50s and 100s*
WG: I'll buy it from you for $8,000!
Me: It's NOT for sale. Quit asking.
WG: $9,000!
Me: *impatiently* NO! I'm not selling it. For ANY price. Go away.

By this point, he's followed me around to get a Dr. Pepper, a bag of chips, a snickers, and is pestering me at the counter as I'm paying.

WG: Why won't you sell it? I have cash! *shoves cash in my face.*
Me: *runs outside, jumps in the car Dukes of Hazzard style to get out of there faster, and drives off before he can react*

Seriously. It's not going to be sold. I'm going to be buried in this car if the wife will let me.

[Soulstealer]

Seriously. It's not going to be sold. I'm going to be buried in this car if the wife will let me.

I doubt it, wives usually prefer that you're buried with them rather than the mistress.

[dalesys]

...Seriously. It's not going to be sold. I'm going to be buried in this car if the wife will let me.

Real soon, when she finds out you blew off $9,000+.

[Midorikawa]

Real soon, when she finds out you blew off $9,000+.

She also knows if I spend another $5,000 on it, it'll sell for a bit more than $9,000. Dusters are getting to be rare, and they're going for a LOT at muscle car auctions. Granted, mine doesn't have the original engine, but I saw one with a souped up engine go for $40,000 about 3 years ago. Haven't seen anything since.

[firegirl1514]

Ugh, I hate people like that. When I first got married, a friend of one of the neighbors kept doing this to my husband and me.

Neighbor's Friend: How much does your husband want for his truck? (granted, I can understand why he asked, since neither of us drove it much at the time, so it just sat there)
Me: Sorry, it's not for sale, and actually, it's my truck, not my husband's.
NF: Oh, ok.

The next day, he sees my husband.

NF: So, how much do you want for your truck?
Husband: Well, first of all, it's not mine. It's my wife's and it's not for sale.
NF: Aw, I'm sure she wouldn't mind.
H: Yeah, I'm pretty sure she would. Like I said, it's not for sale.

This went on for a couple of weeks, until I got pissy with him.

NF: How much does your husband want for his truck?
ME: Are you stupid or just that damn stubborn? We've both told you several times that the truck is not for sale. Also, for the last time, it is my truck, not my husband's. Stop asking.

Luckily, we moved not too long after that, so I didn't have to put up with the idiot anymore.

What gets me, is the truck isn't anything special. It's a 1984 half ton Chevy. Nothing fancy, in fact, the body is in rough shape. But, it has a lot of sentimental value to me. That's the truck I learned to drive in, and the truck my dad used around the farm for most of my life. My husband still drives it to work most days. The funny thing is, the reason he won't sell it has almost nothing to do with it being mine, but that if something breaks on it, he can fix it himself.

[Mystic]

Gee, you could have taken that $9000 and bought a car that actually works instead of leaving you stranded after dropping important components on the ground.

I kid I kid. :P

But no, really.

That car is one day going to be bedazzled.

[Sheldonrs]

Just a note of caution; if you keep referring to the car as "MY" car and your wife as "THE" wife, your wish to be buried in your car may come sooner than you think. lol!!!

[Midorikawa]

That car is one day going to be bedazzled.

How original. Fill my car with glitter. Wife and I did that to you, what, 4 years ago? Get some originality, man!

Just a note of caution; if you keep referring to the car as "MY" car and your wife as "THE" wife, your wish to be buried in your car may come sooner than you think. lol!!!

The Duster is mine. She doesn't like driving it because of the really sensitive early power brake/steering system it's got in it. She not just "my" wife, she's THE ONLY wife </Bad Utah Stereotype>

[Mystic]

How original. Fill my car with glitter. Wife and I did that to you, what, 4 years ago? Get some originality, man!

I said bedazzled. Not glittered.

[Andara Bledin]

As someone who has covered irregularly shaped things in beads before, that's kind of a crappy job, there.

^-.-^

[sarasquirrel]

soooooooo.....its not for sale?

[mariamousie1]

Dukes of Hazzard style? I can just see you diving through the window!

[Evil Queen]

Okay, I know it's not for SALE, but can I pay you to take a ride in it? Please?!

*wipes away the drool first*

[Soulstealer]

I said bedazzled. Not glittered.

The hood makes me think of ladies who do that to their private parts. Why do I think it's a vagina and why doesn't it horrify me as much as it should?

[Midorikawa]

Okay, I know it's not for SALE, but can I pay you to take a ride in it? Please?!

*wipes away the drool first*

Drooling on the inside isn't acceptable. if we have to tape a bag or something under your chin, so be it. :-P

Come to Utah, rides are $10.