I couldn’t bring myself to kill it. It had too much life left to give. Someone could use this to make a living for a year or two. It had genuine utilitarian value still. So instead of rallycrossing and gambling it until it died, I sold it so it could live on.
I got $900 for it. Less than the grand I was hoping for, but reasonable. Unfortunately the buyer was not a carpenter or a landscaper who would use it as a work truck. A guy bought it for his teenage son. Who apparently already killed it.
I found this out in a bitchy message he sent me. He didn’t ask for his money back, which is good because he ain’t getting it. It makes me sad though.
My buddy and I put a couple thousand miles on that truck, and it never missed a beat. It went on road trips, towed trailers, and was daily driven at times with no trouble.
RIP Thingamajig :(
Update: Tonight he messaged me again to demand a refund. I didn’t respond. I simply blocked him on FB.
Lemme get this straight dude. You buy your teenage son a $900 truck with 199k miles on it. Three days later, it's somehow my fault that the kid blew it up? I don't think so boss. I may not be the sharpest spoon in the shed, but I ain't that dumb.