It’s a queer thing altogether is buying a car. For example there is the exponential relationship between time and the value of your trade- in. This is not something I had really reckoned on.
Take the past week. The trade in value of the 11 year old “German Bobsleigh” started in garage 1 at £1100. By garage 2 on the same day it had increased to £1300 and “we’ll take £2500 off the price of the new(ish) car as well sir!”.
“Bollocks!” I thought “you must really want to shift that one!” We’d barely glanced at said vehicle. Too eager Mr. Salesman, far too eager.
A few days on and we’d found what we were after and by this time the value of the BM had topped the £1500 mark. At this rate it would soon be quoted on the London Stock Exchange. Then the bull market really kicked in and by the time we’d finished we were getting £2000 for the old beast.
OK I know it depends on the car that you’re buying.
The really absurd thing about this whole sequence of visits and rising trade in value was that, as the days progressed, the car was becoming progressively more dishevelled. Muck from dog-walked boots and dog-walked dog was incrementally caking the inside of the vehicle in sedimentary layers which, if left unattended, would soon be shifting into a metamorphic state. Food wrappers, potato sticks from yesterdays trip to Lower Largo and grotty dog smelling towels tried to escape as soon as a door opened. At least the food wrappers and potato sticks had to be blown out…the towels were quite prepared to march out under their own “steam”!
It crossed my mind that with a week’s delay and a couple of bags of fresh horse manure we might squeeze another grand out of them.