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You're right! In 1969 I needed another car. I went to a local dealer with a good reputation, told them what I wanted, and what I was willing to spend. They said they had nothing that fit my needs at that price, but they'd call me when they did. Since I wasn't in a big hurry, that was fine with me. About 3 weeks later, they called me to come in. They had a beautiful red '65 Pontiac Bonneville that was a stunner. It drove as good as it looked. I asked what they wanted, they told me, and said it was non-negotiable. I asked if they'd done anything to it since it came in the day before, and they said "We didn't even wash it. What you see is the way it came in." They gave me the name of the former owner, and told me to contact him if I had questions. I did, and he (Larry) said the car was fine. Larry ran a body shop. I asked if the mileage (51,000) was actual, and the salesman said, "I won't lie to you. This is the fifth time we've sold that car. We sold it new to a salesman, when he traded it in, we took 30,000 miles off of it. The third time we sold it, we took off 20,000 or so. That guy rolled it, and put the roof down next to the seats. We got it as a wreck, and sold it to Larry; he fixed it as good as new for his wife to drive. The only reason he traded it was because she wanted one with air conditioning." I swallowed hard, and bought the car. I put another 75,000 or so miles on it, and it was one of the best cars I ever owned. I traded it to a friend in a deal for his Cutlass. His wife drove it for at least three years. They sold it to someone else. In about 1980 I spotted it again for the last time. By then in probably had well over 225,000 miles on it.
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