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While I had the Buick I learned many things about
the car and it's design. It was very interesting to try to figure out how
things worked on it. I met my neighbor down the road who witnessed to me
about how the Lord had helped him over the years. I also learned the stress
of driving something so large realizing that if I had wrecked it, parts
would be difficult to find. Now I never meant to keep the car, just fix it
up and sell it to make some side money for our family. I learned how "crazy"
some people can be when you are trying to sell an old car. I had one guy
drive from Ohio to buy it and backed out when he saw how the tail lights
were designed. Now I am sure this information could have been found
somewhere in Ohio. Another fellow wanted to drive it, so we did, and he
scared me. He tried to drive that 1951 Buick like a 2000 model and
complained about it's performance. He also poked a hole in the quarter panel
with his pocket knife while "inspecting paint flaws". I kept my mouth tight
because we needed the money to help pay for my soon to be arriving baby
girl. He decided not to buy it when I refused to take the car and have the
grease fittings checked upon his request. He thought I was rude and I
thought he was, well ... a challenge to my Christianity. I dropped the price
and set it out down town for about 2 hours with a for sale sign on the
bumper.
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