Goodby old friend, "The Beast"

Sold the 93 Chevy Suburban for a paltry $1500. These guys were pro’s. They drove down from Laural, Maryland... took them a long time. They prefaced their trip with the words that they were going to use it for church. That’s a long drive. I figured they would run a scam and they did. It was pretty smooth. Three if them show up and give the car a good look over. They come back and complain that the muffler has to be repaired and there’s a chip in the windshield and offer me $1000 as is. Since I was asking for $1800, that was a bit far away. He whined that it was just for church work support... yada, yada, yada. When we got of to fifteen hundred, all I could think was that several people had called and promised to come by but never even showed up. These guys did show up. This was going to drag on for a long time. So, the deal was made. One guy knew very well all that was required. They wanted the buyer to be left open, and I didn’t care.
Rickey Stevens and friends scrounged up the $1500,I signed, and that was that.
I forget to pull the plates but Rickey came back and reminded me. Obviously they knew what they were doing. Oh well, it’s gone, off our insurance, out of our hair, and away from Matt and Linda’s front yard.