It should be no surprise that my wonderful wife and I are attending the Mecum auction in Glendale, Arizona. I have long talked about buying a car, preferably from one of my Ultimate Garages, at a major car auction.
I did buy something yesterday. Was it this 1965 Buick Riviera?
This car sold at The Bid Goes On desk for $33,000 all in. However, I did not buy it. Remember, as of now we have no room at the inn. I bought something much smaller and much less expensive.
This was one of the first half-dozen or so lots of what Mecum calls Road Art; Barrett-Jackson calls items like this Automobilia. I wrote about my interest in this piece awhile ago.
When bidding started on these lots I thought it would not be possible for me to buy it at my self-imposed spending limit. The first few items sold for many multiples of that amount. However, when one lot sold for next to nothing I realized I might have a chance.
Sure enough, I bought the piece at my limit, not one dollar less nor one dollar more. The actual amount is not important and I realize that the Flying A sign attached to the neon sign is not original. The bottom photo was taken at home after we returned.
What really impressed me was the effort a Mecum employee made to uncrate the sign and to carry it out to our car. Before I had a chance to give him a tip, he was running back to State Farm Stadium from the parking lot. The sign fit comfortably in the trunk of our Cadillac ATS.
People who should know have suggested that my renewed interest in all things automotive stems from an attempt to connect with my father. Although that’s literally impossible since he’s been dead for almost 30 years, these people think I am still trying to forge a bond. My father, the literal definition of a Holocaust survivor, was an automobile mechanic and operated two service stations–one of which was a Flying A station–when such places fixed cars in addition to selling gasoline.
As always we enjoyed ourselves at Day One of the auction. It is also nice to be able to attend and then to sleep in your own bed at the end of the day.
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11 thoughts on “I Finally Bought Something”
Nice. Now you need a bell that goes off every time you drive in and out of your garage.
Thanks, C/2. I think a bell like you describe would be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and sends me to the loony bin. Remember that the straw the breaks the camel’s back doesn’t even have to be as heavy as the other straws.
Man if I could give you a hug right now I would. Great buy. Enjoy.
I find myself in many ways becoming my father. When a man’s father is gone too soon to create the man to man vs father son bond, I think there is a need to create even a pseudo bond. Sometimes we get to do it with another man as a mentor. I almost had it with my godfather, whose shoes I filled when he died suddenly. Sometimes we have to create the relationship however we can. This reminds me of one of the greatest references in movie history to one’s childhood: Rosebud. Again enjoy.
Many thanks, Doc. As background, David Banner’s (not his real name) father died while we were in high school and on David’s 15th birthday, no less.
Congrats! Love it and the bell comment 😊😜
My dad owned a small gas station in Long Beach, California in the 1960s. It was a financial disaster for him. As a youngster, though, I’m sure I drove him nuts while jumping on the bell hose.
It was nice visiting with you at Mecum yesterday. I do like the smaller numbers at Mecum than at Barrett-Jackson. We saw pretty much everything we wanted to see in our half-day (or little more) there.
Great to see you and Lynn as well, sir. My father did not get rich running (and later owning) a gas station although, to be honest, his inability to manage money played a large role in that outcome.
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I think my father suffered from that same inability.
Congratulations on the purchase!
Thanks, Mark. It certainly started the auction off with a bang for us.
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