This morning, as I was walking back to the office after taking two totaled cars across the street to our holding yard, I noticed a sweet little car pull up in front of the showroom. A little old man and lady got out and headed for the front door. The car? A 1978 Malibu Classic coupe, gray and silver two tone. I was amazed, but kept on walking. It just didn't register with me that this car was about to be traded in, I mean, who would bother? I admired it from afar and continued with my day. Then, late this afternoon, I happened to be on the other side of our building from where our office is, and there sits the car, no license plate. I am immediately excited and start looking it over closely. It must have been garage kept, because even the rubber belt moldings are still soft and supple, and the interior? As if no one sat in it for the last 30 years... red cloth bench seat, perfect dashboard with no cracks. A couple of minor dents on the outside, but otherwise, the car is perfect... NO rust whatsoever anywhere.
I rushed in to our sales manager's office, knocked on the door and inquired about the sweet little car. Turns out it is a one owner car with a 305, A/C, and 64k original miles! OMG!!! Then the wind is knocked out of me when he says a kid from the small restoration shop across the street saw the old couple drive up in it, inquired, and bought it for FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS from our dealership owner.
I am crushed. I would so love to have that little gem, honestly. My only hope is if the kid cannot get the money together (and you know what he'll do with the little Mali if he gets his mitts on it), maybe I can snatch it up. It was still on our lot when I left, and our owner was gone for the night at that point. First thing in the morning when I see him I am going to ask about it.
I wish he would have given his own employees first refusal before just letting a sweet little car like that slip away...