a familiar voice shout,
YO TEAM MEMBERS!
Leon was back!
We shared travel stories until a young couple arrived who
wanted to test drive the van, so all 5 of us piled in and I
drove us up the freeway, trying to convince them that this
was the RV for them.
Well, it almost definitely wasn't the RV for them, seeing as
they never phoned us back.
We probably scared them off with the $6500 we had asked
from them anyway!
So we moved back into Leon's house, obviously. Us guys are
his family now!
Finally, we could relax. Forget the fact that we had less than
one week to sell the RV, we were back home in Hollywood!
Anyways, last night we got an e-mail from some guy called
Johnny.
He told us all about his ancestry, and seemed to feel a bond
with us on account of his great-grandfather being English,
or something.
He told us he wanted to turn our RV into a mobile editing
suite, which would have sounded super cool if it wasn't for
the fact he came across like a serial killer.
He was a total eccentric, and each e-mail made us more suspicious
of his intentions.
By this morning, he had basically told us that, without a doubt,
he wanted our home.
He asked us to drive it out to the San Fernando Valley for him,
which was fine for us seeing as he offered to pre-pay for a cab
home.
Not wanting to get our hopes up too much, we took the van
along to George. We met George on Wednesday after deciding
we really needed to get the damage at the back sorted if we
wanted to get anywhere near our asking price.
He told us to bring her back on Saturday, and he would fix it for
us.
So that's what we did. George spent an hour hammering away
at our lovely home.
He did an awesome job. He completely bent the bumper back
in to shape and covered the rest of the damage with a plate.
Basically, he hid it. Which was exactly what we wanted.
His charge? Nothing. Nada. He wouldn't take a tip or even let
us buy him a beer as he's a Mormon.
We headed out to the San Fernando Valley, taking Leon along
for protection! Arriving at Johnny's house, we were faced by his
posse of servants, or friends, or neighbours, or prisoners, for all
we knew.
There was a single chicken running around his suburban garden.
Leon described the chicken as having 'the demeanour of a dog'.
I couldn't see it myself.
One went inside to fetch Johnny, who appeared with an envelope
stuffed with cash. He invited us in to 'close the deal' before even
looking at the van. We insisted he take a look inside, which he did,
briefly, telling us she was 'exactly what he wanted'.
So we headed into his house. This guy obviously had money. The
house was pretty damned nice.
There was a white board in this kitchen which declared 'You
cannot teach someone rehabilitation, it has to come from within'.
This, we later decided, must be for the benefit of Kelly, one of
Johnny's hangers-onners, who looked a lot like a criminal.
We sat down to sign the vehicle over to him, but not before he
showed us ancient photographs of his family. He expects to visit
us when we're back in the UK. His new British friends. As Leon so
delicately put it, it was really difficult not to make fun of him to
his face.
In return, he gave us $8000.
That's a $4800 profit.
HAHAHA.
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