The market is like  mush all over the country, in particular on average cars with average miles.  This is what I call mud.  You can sell water and you can sell dirt, but there ain’t no price for mud. 

We’re going into Friday with 500 tit up units.  I just walked the lane and if I don’t say so myself, it looks like a car show.  If you are in the mid-west set the alarm a smidge early because we have to start a bit early and rip.  I’ll be selling until four in the afternoon so there will be no half stepping.  Cadence will be called at the double time and the only thing that may slow us down is an act of God (earth quake, terrorist attack, nuclear meltdown or a similar occurrence) but I doubt it.   I have anything anybody is looking for and every one of these foster cars will be assigned to a new family when the dust settles tomorrow afternoon.

It’s 7PM and I have the adrenalin pumping which means I get zero sleep tonight.  We still have about 75 units to clean before we shut down tonight and the crew is busting butt to get the tits up for you guys.  Oil up the keyboards.  Call the Spotters.   Do your homework.  If there isn’t a CR and you got the urge to bid, do it with no fear.  If you feel you got tricked or slicked or flambusolled or caught keyboarditis, call me.  I’ll get you straight.  I can’t afford to get you fired because you trusted me.  It won’t happen.  Get a nice night’s sleep and get up ready to load up. 

Chow