I was driving on a country road with clients following closely behind looking for a country property. I was fortunate on this particular day to have my wife accompany me. Our destination was blocked by a major construction project project that meant I had to phone and ask for a detour from the listing broker. Fate led me to drive on this desolate road where I saw a trailer loaded with a version of my dream car. A small for sale sign in the distance brought my foot from the accelerator pedal. My wife not realizing what had just befallen me began to panic ask what the matter as my speed dropped from 122 almost 30 km an hour. This is what I found. A 1971 series 3 V12 four-speed manual transmission e type Jaguar. wow.
Upon passing the car my disturbed and distraught wife asked what the hell I was slowing down for. I was speachless and now I said "I said did you not see the car". She completely missed it . I tried to explain, and asked if we could go back. She agreed on the return trip we could retrace our steps and go see the car.
This led me being very distracted while I dealt with my clients. But I believe the day was successful.
When we return to our destination I was greeted by a very entertaining site. I exited my car and I might add the sake of the story, it was a 2003 Range Rover HSE. Rather than walking directly to the flatbed trailer with the E type, I headed towards the house. To say I was surprised is an understatement. I saw a French style bungalow with a double car garage with a wide open door standing in the doorway was two gentlemen one as tall as you was wide. The tall chiseled gentlemen dressed in almost bushed gear, was only 6 foot five tall. The other is widest tall was wearing a 2 foot wide pair of bright yellow sunglasses. Their heads turned our way is the short wide gentlemen's hand reached and turned up the radio or perhaps a tape player. The garage boomed and echoed with the sounds of classical music. I notice a short tall gentleman swaying visit by the breeze, the brassy this of the horns, or simply the inability to stand.
I approached. Cautiously. With my four weeks pregnant bride. The love of my life.
We were greeted with enthusiasm and the garrulous charm. With a tumbler in his hand I'm greeted by the host. I'm offered a beer and I realize I've stumbled into a haven for off-road and Land Rover enthusiasts. Within 10 min. myself and my pregnant wife are offered a ride by a drunken stumbling through rivers and creeks hills and mountains of northern Ontario. We respectfully decline. Citing pressing and urgent engagements entered time is running low.
After engaging conversation of 30 or much more minutes I'm able to segue into the reason for stop. I tell her host I'm interested in is jagged. With finding little information I'm granted permission to inspect the car. Fortunately my wife accompanies me. I assess the car and come up with a value.
Returning to my host I inquired. I was very pleased with what I heard. While looking at the car told my wife that potentially the car could be for sale for as much as 15,000, or more. My estimation was the car was true value was approximately 8000. That I felt was fair price. My host surprised me by telling me he would take 6000 for the car. I looked at my dream girl, and she nodded. I was in love the first time.
34 weeks of negotiations I found the car showing up the flatbed trailer and my older 1998 Range Rover being taken away, I was a happy guy. Except, in two hours I knew, I had an appointment to see another car.
Upon passing the car my disturbed and distraught wife asked what the hell I was slowing down for. I was speachless and now I said "I said did you not see the car". She completely missed it . I tried to explain, and asked if we could go back. She agreed on the return trip we could retrace our steps and go see the car.
This led me being very distracted while I dealt with my clients. But I believe the day was successful.
When we return to our destination I was greeted by a very entertaining site. I exited my car and I might add the sake of the story, it was a 2003 Range Rover HSE. Rather than walking directly to the flatbed trailer with the E type, I headed towards the house. To say I was surprised is an understatement. I saw a French style bungalow with a double car garage with a wide open door standing in the doorway was two gentlemen one as tall as you was wide. The tall chiseled gentlemen dressed in almost bushed gear, was only 6 foot five tall. The other is widest tall was wearing a 2 foot wide pair of bright yellow sunglasses. Their heads turned our way is the short wide gentlemen's hand reached and turned up the radio or perhaps a tape player. The garage boomed and echoed with the sounds of classical music. I notice a short tall gentleman swaying visit by the breeze, the brassy this of the horns, or simply the inability to stand.
I approached. Cautiously. With my four weeks pregnant bride. The love of my life.
We were greeted with enthusiasm and the garrulous charm. With a tumbler in his hand I'm greeted by the host. I'm offered a beer and I realize I've stumbled into a haven for off-road and Land Rover enthusiasts. Within 10 min. myself and my pregnant wife are offered a ride by a drunken stumbling through rivers and creeks hills and mountains of northern Ontario. We respectfully decline. Citing pressing and urgent engagements entered time is running low.
After engaging conversation of 30 or much more minutes I'm able to segue into the reason for stop. I tell her host I'm interested in is jagged. With finding little information I'm granted permission to inspect the car. Fortunately my wife accompanies me. I assess the car and come up with a value.
Returning to my host I inquired. I was very pleased with what I heard. While looking at the car told my wife that potentially the car could be for sale for as much as 15,000, or more. My estimation was the car was true value was approximately 8000. That I felt was fair price. My host surprised me by telling me he would take 6000 for the car. I looked at my dream girl, and she nodded. I was in love the first time.
34 weeks of negotiations I found the car showing up the flatbed trailer and my older 1998 Range Rover being taken away, I was a happy guy. Except, in two hours I knew, I had an appointment to see another car.