I have owned a F something continuously since 1976. So I am one of those guys. Despite that, I wouldn’t give you a nickle over 4 grand. Nice truck crack price.

Do you have a Junior or Junyette who graduated last month? This is how you get away cheap. Nice price.

Oh I can tell you why. 30 grand to most Americans is a sizable investment. And if they can sell you with a TV commercial with the buyer doing no research except Frank has one, then they are morons. As Mr Yogurt so eloquently said, they would lose bartering with Llamas.”

6361 rupees and that’s my final offer. Otherwise go hit your bong. Dahlesh.

As a hobby farmer let me assure you there is a difference between straw and hay.

I kmow a big haired Jersey Girl who would look stunning in this. But... She ain’t worth 22.5 either.

Dear Naysayers, Life itself is a goddang gamble. Live a little and stop trying to be helicopter Jalops. It’s unbecoming. If and when you get to the point in life where this kind of disposable income is not a hardship, perhaps you will better understand the thrill of the game.

I was there. I’m fuckin old

Okay.

Hey! Commere bu-buddy, wanna make twenty bucks?

Nice price. But. Who wants the baggage of BMW ownership? You know what I mean. One just like it, a wee bit newer, cut me off towing a 16 foot dump trailer, across 3 lanes to get to the mall. Do all the turn signals on the 3 series fail at 50k miles?

Uh oh Doug, around here that’s called the royal we.

25 grand for a first car? The vast majority of 16/17 year olds are neither as industrious or as responsible as you were. The only safe bet is this. Granted its with a added zero but still. Side note, all three of my kids who are now orbiting 30 were responsible but managed 2 out of three wrecks. 1943 Buick HellCat

Tommy laughs.

If I wanted to be around that many Bro’s, I would use my time machine and go back and join a frat. I can hear the crack of the frat from here.

No. What was it your Pops would say? Oh yeah, “You can polish a turd but it still a Vega.”

We just told Granny her hutch was going to a farm upstate.

That would be the plan to make my heirs wealthy before their time.

No sarcasm taken. In retrospect though, in NYC you assume you have to work for somebody. NJ was a revelation. Ladder, truck and hammer, you’re in business. Who knew?

A step up from my van parked down by the river.