Once upon a time, no shit there I was...
I bought a car that looked just like this one!
I had a fair amount of loose money in my pocket from getting out of the Army in and wanted a new car. I was dreadfully sick of my Mercury Lynx.
I've always liked this year of Mustang and I had grand plans for hot-rodding it.
I saw the ad in the paper, called the owner, met him at his place, looked it over and forked over the cash and got a signed title.
Drove straight to the Story County seat to get me some license plates and a title with my name on it.
The registration desk was never quick, but this day was taking forever to get me processed. Because they were stalling and waiting for a deputy to come arrest me.
The car was stolen!
Happily, the deputy believed me and I was more than cooperative about directing them to the seller. Whom, I was told, was loading a U-Haul when they pulled up and arrested him instead.
I never saw my $3,000 again. Technically the rat-fuck still owes me for it, but we don't enforce that kind of recovery in America.
The rightful owner of the car got it back. I hope he drove the tires off it in joy!
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