I had a chance to buy one of those back in the '70s. The Idaho Statesman newspaper in Boise (whose want ads were a hilarious, non proofread mess) had one for sale, from the last year they were made. It was about 2 years old at the time; immaculate condition; white-on-white; white leather interior; every available option; stupid low mileage; and they were asking $100.00. I told my Dad about it, and he said "Well, you're sitting right next to the phone; give them a call." I replied that it was just another goofed up Statesman ad, and that the price should have read $10,000.00. So, I didn't call... The next week, Dad came home from work, and told me all about the white Eldorado one of the accountants in his office bought last week - for $100.00. Seems that it was a woman selling the car that her husband had bought for his mistress - who he had run off to Acapulco with, for a quickie divorce and a life of sun and sin. When he called to tell her all about it, he also told her to sell the car - and send him the money. Which is exactly what she did... Dad said the accountant told him that the woman said she'd priced the car for a quick sale, and couldn't understand why it was several days before he called about it - and that he was the only person who did...
I had a similar story. I was 17, first year in college, 300 miles from home. Walking around near campus I saw a white Mustang with blue stripes in a driveway with a For Sale sign in the window. Some of you can probably anticipate where this is going. There was a price soaped on the side windows. I don't recall what the price was, but I'm pretty sure the price was under $2,500. I stopped and talked to the guy selling it. It had belonged to his grandfather who died recently and left the car to this guy. Being that this was Flint, Michigan, the birthplace of General Motors and a big time Buick and Chevrolet town, the guy was looking to sell the old Mustang to get down-payment money for a new Camaro. The word "Shelby" never came up in our conversation, but I was pretty sure that this is what I was looking at. I went to a local bank to try to get a loan to buy the car. Because I was not yet 18, I needed a co-signer. Since this was before cell phones and the interwebs, and all my family was 300 miles away, it took several days to get my mom to understand what the heck I was talking about with this magical Mustang and to finally agree to co-sign the loan. By the time she did and I got the paperwork, the car was long gone. So I took the $2,500 loan and bought a 1974 Mustang. That was like buying a Squier Affinity with money targeted for a Sadowsky.
What I shoulda had (Sadowsky)
What I got (Squier Affinity)
Long before we met, my wife's first car was an '81 Citation. To this day she will only refer to it by its full and proper name....Piece o' $#it Citation. It just rolls off the tongue.
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