Binjammin
03-13-2008, 08:16 PM
So some of you may know that I'm a swap driver part time. Today I had to swap a Sienna for a Prius in New York. Long Island, I can't remember the name of the town but it was near Jericho.
Nice quick, uneventful ride down. Traffic was pretty light. Got into it a bit with a new Jag XK. He tried to shake me, but it wasn't happening. He finally gave up and I lost him.
Got into town, was AT the dealership, and noticed a 540 behind me pull up to the curb. Last time I was at this dealership I noticed a very similar car parked directly in front of the dealership, I figured I'd talk to him for a second or two and recommend the board.
Let's just say I got the BMW snob cold shoulder. It went like this:
"There's a great community of people on a website I can recommend, lots of support for the e34."
"This isn't an e34, it's a 540."
Yeah, that's when I said I was sorry for wasting his time. What a grumpy guy he was.
So I did the swap, took the Prius. I had noticed a couple shops on the way in, one of them had a Dodge Charger SE, like a 72 or 73, at one shop, and a bunch of old mopars and chevys at a shop like right next door, I didn't even notice they were different businesses as I was paying attention to the road and traffic. Found the shop with the Charger, pulled in, and noticed an e34 sitting two cars over from the Charger. Walked into the office and a guy walked out to talk to me. I guess everyone asks about the Mopar, I threw him off when I asked about the e34. Turns out it belongs to one of his mechanics, the mechanic speaks almost no english. He's heard of BF.c before, didn't realize there was such a big board behind it all. He's got a set of e46 m3 wheels he's fitting on the e34, I told him I had the set of headlights for the e34 if he needed them, non-ellipsoids like the car has now, only not all cracked. Told him I would deal with him directly if he wanted to play relay for the mechanic that didn't speak much english. Gave him my #, the url for the board, got his card. Super nice guy, very nice to talk to.
Left and stopped at the other shop, but they didn't have any Cadillac parts and didn't really know where to get 'em. Next I found a shop with a 63 Caddy being redone. All primer and bondo. I busted a u-turn and headed back in. As I'm pulling in, the woman in front of me stops dead in the middle of the entrance to the shop. There's a truck at least 20 yards away moving back and forth, I don't know what they were testing, but it obviously wasn't going anywhere. Traffic is heading down the hill towards me, and I have nowhere to go, stuck in the middle of the effing road.
Honk.
Honkhonk.
Honkhonkhonk.
Finally the guy telling the guy in the truck to go back and forth motions her to go to a parking space. She does, and I pull in just as traffic gets to where I am. This is a car with literally 8 miles on it at this point. I'm pissed. I ask the guy who I talk to about the caddy, then go inside looking for him. The woman in the Miata that was blocking me is in there. I immediately open up on her with all 6 barrels.
"Hey, thanks for sitting in the middle of the driveway for no reason, leaving me hanging in the middle of the road with traffic coming. I don't know if you could hear my horn or not, but I'm pretty sure I saw you looking at me in your mirrors."
She starts talking, and I see a mouth full of nasty, rotting teeth. Ugh.
"Well I'm sorry, I didn't know where to go, he was in the truck"
"And I was in the road, it's good to know I can get my car totalled because you can't figure out how to use a parking lot."
She pretty much stops at this point, and so do I. I look around for a worker, and she says
"Nobody's been out here to talk to anyone yet."
Now, I watched her walk in because I was right behind her. It was obvious that nobody had been out to talk to anyone yet.
"Yeah, I can see that, thanks. Anything else obvious you feel the need to tell me?"
She gives me evil eyes. Not because she was pissed, I think she was just evil.
"Yeah, I thought so."
She steams for a second or two, then a guy comes out. I ask for the guy I was told to ask about the car, he says he's in the shop. I walk into the shop, she follows me yelling "I was here first!" leaving the guy that was trying to help her at the counter.
I'm just starting to ask the guy about the car, and she storms off yelling about a lost customer and whatnot. The guy looks at me, and I'm like :dunno she's nuts.
Bear in mind, this may sound like me being a dick, but I really didn't have anywhere to go when I was in the middle of the road. Traffic in the far lane, couldn't back out there, and those teeth just set me off.
Gave the guy my contact info, got back in the car, headed off towards home. On 495 I came up on a pair of e46s, one with a body kit and Racing Dynamics badges. Rolled windows down, and asked if he was on BF.c. Said he was, I gave him my SN and told him to look me up, then took off in the Prius. Listening to the traffic reports the whole ride home, I beat all the traffic and all the major accidents for the day. Got home with the fuel light flashing at me.
All in all, a pretty decent day.
Tons of e34s in Long Island, we should start a recruiting club.
Nice quick, uneventful ride down. Traffic was pretty light. Got into it a bit with a new Jag XK. He tried to shake me, but it wasn't happening. He finally gave up and I lost him.
Got into town, was AT the dealership, and noticed a 540 behind me pull up to the curb. Last time I was at this dealership I noticed a very similar car parked directly in front of the dealership, I figured I'd talk to him for a second or two and recommend the board.
Let's just say I got the BMW snob cold shoulder. It went like this:
"There's a great community of people on a website I can recommend, lots of support for the e34."
"This isn't an e34, it's a 540."
Yeah, that's when I said I was sorry for wasting his time. What a grumpy guy he was.
So I did the swap, took the Prius. I had noticed a couple shops on the way in, one of them had a Dodge Charger SE, like a 72 or 73, at one shop, and a bunch of old mopars and chevys at a shop like right next door, I didn't even notice they were different businesses as I was paying attention to the road and traffic. Found the shop with the Charger, pulled in, and noticed an e34 sitting two cars over from the Charger. Walked into the office and a guy walked out to talk to me. I guess everyone asks about the Mopar, I threw him off when I asked about the e34. Turns out it belongs to one of his mechanics, the mechanic speaks almost no english. He's heard of BF.c before, didn't realize there was such a big board behind it all. He's got a set of e46 m3 wheels he's fitting on the e34, I told him I had the set of headlights for the e34 if he needed them, non-ellipsoids like the car has now, only not all cracked. Told him I would deal with him directly if he wanted to play relay for the mechanic that didn't speak much english. Gave him my #, the url for the board, got his card. Super nice guy, very nice to talk to.
Left and stopped at the other shop, but they didn't have any Cadillac parts and didn't really know where to get 'em. Next I found a shop with a 63 Caddy being redone. All primer and bondo. I busted a u-turn and headed back in. As I'm pulling in, the woman in front of me stops dead in the middle of the entrance to the shop. There's a truck at least 20 yards away moving back and forth, I don't know what they were testing, but it obviously wasn't going anywhere. Traffic is heading down the hill towards me, and I have nowhere to go, stuck in the middle of the effing road.
Honk.
Honkhonk.
Honkhonkhonk.
Finally the guy telling the guy in the truck to go back and forth motions her to go to a parking space. She does, and I pull in just as traffic gets to where I am. This is a car with literally 8 miles on it at this point. I'm pissed. I ask the guy who I talk to about the caddy, then go inside looking for him. The woman in the Miata that was blocking me is in there. I immediately open up on her with all 6 barrels.
"Hey, thanks for sitting in the middle of the driveway for no reason, leaving me hanging in the middle of the road with traffic coming. I don't know if you could hear my horn or not, but I'm pretty sure I saw you looking at me in your mirrors."
She starts talking, and I see a mouth full of nasty, rotting teeth. Ugh.
"Well I'm sorry, I didn't know where to go, he was in the truck"
"And I was in the road, it's good to know I can get my car totalled because you can't figure out how to use a parking lot."
She pretty much stops at this point, and so do I. I look around for a worker, and she says
"Nobody's been out here to talk to anyone yet."
Now, I watched her walk in because I was right behind her. It was obvious that nobody had been out to talk to anyone yet.
"Yeah, I can see that, thanks. Anything else obvious you feel the need to tell me?"
She gives me evil eyes. Not because she was pissed, I think she was just evil.
"Yeah, I thought so."
She steams for a second or two, then a guy comes out. I ask for the guy I was told to ask about the car, he says he's in the shop. I walk into the shop, she follows me yelling "I was here first!" leaving the guy that was trying to help her at the counter.
I'm just starting to ask the guy about the car, and she storms off yelling about a lost customer and whatnot. The guy looks at me, and I'm like :dunno she's nuts.
Bear in mind, this may sound like me being a dick, but I really didn't have anywhere to go when I was in the middle of the road. Traffic in the far lane, couldn't back out there, and those teeth just set me off.
Gave the guy my contact info, got back in the car, headed off towards home. On 495 I came up on a pair of e46s, one with a body kit and Racing Dynamics badges. Rolled windows down, and asked if he was on BF.c. Said he was, I gave him my SN and told him to look me up, then took off in the Prius. Listening to the traffic reports the whole ride home, I beat all the traffic and all the major accidents for the day. Got home with the fuel light flashing at me.
All in all, a pretty decent day.
Tons of e34s in Long Island, we should start a recruiting club.