ode to Georgia Peach II

Chris left a comment on a previous blog entry of mine, the entry titled: ode to Georgia Peach where the commenter says, "I like your entries, but I feel like I shoud wash my hands after reading them."

I can sympathize.

I haven't been blogging lately, because of the final outcome in the deal described in ode to Georgia Peach. I keep throwing in that link because the background provided in that entry is intregal to what I'm writing about now.

A brief summary:

This business owner "buys" a truck off of me. His banker calls and tells me this entreprenuer is good for the check, but the check won't be coming for a while, because the banker's just going on vacation for a week or so, but "as soon," as he gets back, the "check will be in the mail."

Banker dude comes back, still no check. A month passes, still no check. When we get the check and the title for the trade-in, we find out why things are, the way they are. The truck Mr. Entreprenuer-man was using as his trade-in, had a scrap title issued to it. Our dealership has had the truck all along, and you'd never guess it had a scrap title because it was painstakingly refurbished to the point it was flawless (except for the 125,000 miles on the odometer,) but other than that, it's a normal truck.

Trouble is, you can't get squat for a vehicle that has a scrap title, no matter what kind of shape it's in, because by state law, you have to tell the prospective customer up front (and make them sign an affidavid) that they know they're buying a vehicle with a scap title. That can never work to a dealership's advantage in a sale - it can only be used by the customer as leverage to get a rock-bottom price.

Now, the dealership is suing the customer for the difference between the Kelly Blue Book value on the truck without a scrap title, versus the value of the truck with a scrap title, which is a hell of alot of money.

I'm in the middle of all of this, and it's really made me out to look like a first class chump with the word, "Sucker" tatooed all over my face.

I left a good paying factory job with 15 years seniority for this. It's hard to believe something like this is happening to me. People are laughing about this at the dealership behind my back; they smirk to my face. This isn't fun, but it's something I'm going to have to get over.