This is it. Friday we celebrate our world record 20,000 units sold this year at Manheim, Pa.. Never happened before (or remotely close by multiples) and I feel sure it could never happen again. The pity is that the auction is not celebrating with us. So, here’s what to expect form us: Champaign, $10,000 in real giveaways, and a kiss for any dealer we have done business with…that wants one…otherwise be happy with what we are giving away, and a pile of cars worth the candy. We should have at least 400 to wrap up the year.
So come one, come all, to the greatest car auction and show on earth. We want to end with a bang, not a whisper. And we are coming in as if it were already Spring. I wish I was smart enough to predict the market or had enough self-respect to take a vacation, but it’s just not in me. I’m too dumb to predict how the market will be and I can’t show up at an auction with my guns half loaded. Just can’t do it.
You don’t go deep sea fishing with no bait and you don’t go on an elephant hunt with no amo. Simply put, I not coming to a Holiday auction with no merch or to make friends. I’m coming to sell (if I make a few friends in the process by selling to cheap that’s the way it goes).
I wonder if anyone really knows how easy it is to find 24,000 units in a year and sell every one of them to another dealer? How simple it is to kiss a.. to buy from a professional (not from an auction where any numb skull can be the last bidder), write a laser check, move, recon, clean, move again, CR (oy vey), number, re-clean, find an auctioneer that can count, sell to a professional (hopefully for a smidge more, God forbid a profit), post-sale (for pixels shmixels wixels lixels quixels mixels rattles quattels schmattles diffs niffs wiffs miffs ziffs noises schmoices woises roises toises and a few other things too lengthily to mention) , kiss a nit wits a.. for the title, do it again as the dealer we bought it from has our money and generally couldn’t care if we ever get the title, for one car. Try that on 500 times a week…for 52 weeks for 39 years. No wonder I need clocked…again. The pace maker can’t keep up.
Being half Irish I’m too stupid to stop with this meshugas.
So make an effort. Come to the 17545. Have some fun. Toast with us a good year and a great year to come. Join with us in our celebration. We are in this together (and what good is a party if nobody shows up?).
I love you all,
The self-appointed, no longer disputed, statistically undeniable,
Maestro of Manheim