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For an understanding of how things in the world have changed since we were kids . . .
Yesterday, a guy answers my son's add on Craigslist to sell his well maintained SUV. The guy shows up with his girlfriend and her two young kids.
The guy immediately declares he likes the vehicle and wants to buy it, but just needs a quick test drive.
The girlfriend wants to wait in their car with her kids, so my son, being trusting, stays with her and lets her boyfriend go on a five minute test drive.
The boyfriend goes outside the housing subdivision to where has has left a gallon of water, pops the hood, pours a full gallon into the crankcase, and then drives the car back to my son's house where everyone is waiting.
He then says the car runs great but seemed just a bit rough in the last few minutes, and pretends not even to know how to open the hood, and asks where the latch is located. My son pops the hood, and guy asks if he can check the oil. The dipstick comes out full of light brown foam. The guy puts on a big show that he's surprised, and declares that, unfortunately, my son's car appears to have a blown head gasket.
His innocent girlfriend then declares "what a shame," since her parents recently had the same problem and it cost $2000 to repair. Her kids are in the back seat listening and fidgeting.
The guy continues to act let down, and in a sympathy gesture offers my son one-half his asking price for the SUV (over $1000 below blue book).
What this little criminal didn't know what that my son had just changed the oil that very morning and drove the vehicle all day. The vehicle drove perfectly, and the oil was clear on the dipstick just two hours before the criminal showed up. The criminal reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bundle of hundreds and says he's a serious buyer and that his "friends" would fix the car and only charge him $1700.
My son turned down the offer and suggested he'd look into things himself. The criminal left, suggesting he was still interested.
My son called me and I went over with my tools, two oil drain pans, a creeper, and oil filters.
My son's radiator was full to the top and the reservoir was right where it always is. The radiator water was nice anti-freeze green. No hint of any blown head gasket.
Guess what when I drained the crankcase? Out come a milkshake of 9 quarts of oil and water. The five it always has, and the four quarts of water this punk poured into the engine.
We'll be changing the oil and filter every few days until we're on the third or fourth round.
I wish it was like the old days, but it isn't. This punk probably has guns, no future, lots of bills, and a long record. Nothing is to be gained by having the slightest thing to do with him, not even swearing out a complaint. It's not like he doesn't know where we all live!
Oh well . . . .not very light or fun. Hope a true story doesn't violate some rule around here.
(at least "I" feel better now)
Yesterday, a guy answers my son's add on Craigslist to sell his well maintained SUV. The guy shows up with his girlfriend and her two young kids.
The guy immediately declares he likes the vehicle and wants to buy it, but just needs a quick test drive.
The girlfriend wants to wait in their car with her kids, so my son, being trusting, stays with her and lets her boyfriend go on a five minute test drive.
The boyfriend goes outside the housing subdivision to where has has left a gallon of water, pops the hood, pours a full gallon into the crankcase, and then drives the car back to my son's house where everyone is waiting.
He then says the car runs great but seemed just a bit rough in the last few minutes, and pretends not even to know how to open the hood, and asks where the latch is located. My son pops the hood, and guy asks if he can check the oil. The dipstick comes out full of light brown foam. The guy puts on a big show that he's surprised, and declares that, unfortunately, my son's car appears to have a blown head gasket.
His innocent girlfriend then declares "what a shame," since her parents recently had the same problem and it cost $2000 to repair. Her kids are in the back seat listening and fidgeting.
The guy continues to act let down, and in a sympathy gesture offers my son one-half his asking price for the SUV (over $1000 below blue book).
What this little criminal didn't know what that my son had just changed the oil that very morning and drove the vehicle all day. The vehicle drove perfectly, and the oil was clear on the dipstick just two hours before the criminal showed up. The criminal reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bundle of hundreds and says he's a serious buyer and that his "friends" would fix the car and only charge him $1700.
My son turned down the offer and suggested he'd look into things himself. The criminal left, suggesting he was still interested.
My son called me and I went over with my tools, two oil drain pans, a creeper, and oil filters.
My son's radiator was full to the top and the reservoir was right where it always is. The radiator water was nice anti-freeze green. No hint of any blown head gasket.
Guess what when I drained the crankcase? Out come a milkshake of 9 quarts of oil and water. The five it always has, and the four quarts of water this punk poured into the engine.
We'll be changing the oil and filter every few days until we're on the third or fourth round.
I wish it was like the old days, but it isn't. This punk probably has guns, no future, lots of bills, and a long record. Nothing is to be gained by having the slightest thing to do with him, not even swearing out a complaint. It's not like he doesn't know where we all live!
Oh well . . . .not very light or fun. Hope a true story doesn't violate some rule around here.
(at least "I" feel better now)
