Bought a car on eBay once. It was from a dealer in Boston. So, I flew up to Logan International and this ominous Russian guy picks me up at the airport. I was pretty certain I was going to die on the drive to the dealership. I've NEVER been in a car with a driver behaving like this guy. It was like a psychopath on meth.
So, we drive to what had to be to worst part of the metro area. He pulls into this lot that is nothing but Ferraris, Maseratis, Mercedes, Lotus, you get the picture (I'd bought my daughter an old BMW really cheap). Truly, I've never seen an inventory like that and it was in a combat zone but there wasn't so much as a fence around the cars. So, we walk past the upstairs building and down a flight of stairs into this dungeon filled with a bunch of guys, all speaking very loud Russian, drinking, smoking.
Some guy had a bunch of car titles out on his desk and was looking at them with one of those big jeweler's lighted magnifiers. Every once and a while he'd touch one with a pen. He turned his head and made eye contact and it kinda freaked me out (now, I've piloted aircraft onto carrier decks at night so my 'freak out threshold' is fairly high).
So, naturally, I figured 'Russian Mob'. I'd brought a check with me but, to be honest, if they had said the price was actually $2000 more than we agreed upon, I'd have written him the check right there.
The deal was uneventful but when I saw a really cheap car I liked at a great price a while later I passed on it.
