big_pete
RMS Regular
Aye you're right, he said "pro".
Right in the feels
Aye you're right, he said "pro".
Haha I'll probably be needing your services soon enough for the slk, should be nice to you.Right in the feels
More of a gentle slo-mo slide to the floor. Scundered.I sold a car to a guy who I let use my MacBook to transfer the money to my bank account and he dropped it... that was pretty awkward. Glad it wasn't anyone on here
Bravo sir, that made me LOL on the bus !Couple of utter **** pinchers, operating at world championship level.
Price difference of £35
Go back and tell her that with a full ticket it will be £500 - £1000 more.
Lol she totally didn't grasp that at all , assclown of the highest order!
Sold 2hrs later , paid and delivered last night , just hoping Samantha calls back looking for it... she will still be invited for a viewing ...
The one that sticks in my head was my Evo 8 about 5 years ago. A young polish fella and his dad came from London, liked the car agreed the price all going well. He brought a couple of k cash and went to do the bank transfer for the rest. He had changed his mobile number and this somehow affected his online banking security and when he applied the new number it locked his account.
He was with Lloyds who didn't have a branch here, he phoned them and they wouldn't accept that he was genuine, his poor English didn't help him there. I explained that I couldn't let the car go until I had all the money even though they were genuine people, his eyes literally filled up in front of me the poor lad. My wife suggested he get a flight to Glasgow to withdraw the money before 5pm (he made it with 10 mins to spare) and then got another flight back to Belfast that evening. I picked him up at the airport for a second time, done the deal and left them to the ferry to Liverpool that night.
It was a complete cluster**** of a day but all ended well.
Oh then I left the 9 grand in a brown paper bag sitting on the window sill outside the house overnight after a few too many drinks. It was still there the next morning, but that's another story altogether.
One of my "friends" sold his car last year and had over 9k in cash in a brown paper bag.
That night him and his wife were going to their other friends house for a while for some dinner and a few drinks so he took the cash with him as he didnt want to leave it in his house just in case it got robbed.
On returning home with his wife they couldnt find the front door key so the wife emptied out her handbag and gave the my friend his bag of cash to hold, they found the key and went inside.
The next morning he woke in a drunken haze which quickly descended into chaos as he realised he didnt have the cash in his bedside cabinet. He frantically ran around the house checking everywhere including the freezer but couldnt find it.
Then for some reason he decided to open the front door and look outside??...and what was sitting on the window sill, with a tear in it and a wad of cash showing
Crazy thing is somebody had been round the doors posting charity fliers through the doors early that morning but failed to notice the 9k sitting in a sandwich bag 2 feet away. My friend almost collapsed with relief.....and not a single note was missing. Hes a lucky guy my friend.
Thought that was your friend did that ...
I walked out of Charles Hurst with a trade in value for my wife's car, put it on usedcarsni for £2k more and sold it the next morning.
Went back into CH to collect the new car, the guy told me it wasn't possible for the other car to have sold for that price.
Ok mate, it didn't.......
my very drunk friend...I stick to bank transfers now
Bravo sir, that made me LOL on the bus !
I felt my own rage building up reading that. What a d1ck. You were far too polite at the end.
Samantha is a spastic
Amending the thread title slightly...
What is your worst/most ridiculous and best/easiest experience when buying a car?
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You win.Flew to Milan to buy a van, looked good in the photographs that were sent to me in the post ( pre internet days )
Got there, a tree had fallen on it and crushed the roof, it had no brakes and no reverse gear. I spent 2 days rebuilding the brakes in the street and serviced the engine. Pushed the roof out with a scaffold pole and timbers. Obviously i'd purchased it at this point and had to drive it back to essex. I left on a friday evening, got 10 miles out of Milan and the battery light came on. Drove to a mates garage and slept on the back of the flatbed in his field, spent the night getting eaten alive by mosquitos. Put a used dynamo in the next morning and headed back for France. 100 miles in the battery light came back on!!!!!! No return now, and no recovery options. The wire had come off the voltage regulator and blew it. Managed to drive it to Chamonix and slept in the dodgyest carpark in the town. Lots of comings and goings of the working ladies variety, drunks and junkies. Got woken in the back of the flatbed by pouring rain ( i was just in a sleeping bag under the stars / rainclouds ) so i got up and jumped into the cab. Half an hour later i get a crippling bout of the sh*ts and end up waving my socks down the river after using them as wet wipes. 5am the sun crept up, i put the lights on and prayed the van would start. It did!!! So that was me back on the road in a van running solely off the battery. Next stop the Eurostar. A full day driving, coasting into services for fuel and filling with the engine running. One stop by french police which should have had me arrested and the van seized as it poured petrol out the side after the last fillup.
I made it to the Tunnel, a huge relief!!! French customs waved me through, the uk customs had other ideas!
I got the works!!! The van had cameras put in everywhere, sniffer dogs etc etc, i was there for two hours and had no key for the treasure chest on the side so they cut it open. Luckily it was empty. After a few hours they let me go, i jumped back in the van and click!!!! Yep the battery was done. So i asked the freindly ( not ) customs officials for a bump start to which they humorously obliged and drove onto the train. Phew!!!!
Next stop Dover at dusk!!!!!
The staff bumped the van off the train and i headed for essex, it was getting dark and i left it as long as i dared to put the lights on, the battery was just keeping the engine alive. I made it to the Dartford crossing paid the fee and then crossed everything in hope that i could make it 15 miles to Billericay ( and without getting by essex traffic branch ) tentatively the van made it to the Brook St Roundabout, this meant one more dual carriageway and about 5 miles to the outskirts of Billers. Made it!! Now just 3 miles across country then all of a sudden the engine started to die!! I switched the headlights off and bam!! Up she cam again so i had to drive the rest of the way with no lights in the pitch black cross country! ( yep i know, i should have pulled up and left it to be safe ) i made it to the town, my house was another mile up a hill. As i came to the crest the van started to die, i stuck it in neutral, coasted on the last of its momentum, swung a left and onto my driveway. I got out, opened the front door, walked up the stairs and climbed into bed vowing NEVER AGAIN!!!
lol brilliant, you can be guaranteed it would have sold for more than the extra £2k when they put it out on their forecourt