Pretty sure I've shared this one before, but it is a pretty decent story. I was trying to help my dad sell his Ford AA truck. It's basically the F-350 of the 1920's & 30's. Tried various enthusiast sites, the national Model A convention (which happens to be held 10 miles from our house at Gilmore Car Museum), various FB site and even here on good old GRM. Lots of nice comments, but no sales. My dad starts getting antsy. Finally, I hear the words I've been dreading all along, "What about Craigslist?" I manage to put him off for a month or two, but now he's got a boat coming and needs the storage space. Finally I agree, with the warning, "You know dad, CL is full of scammers, dreamers and idiots, don't you?" Reluctantly, I put up the listing at about 10 p.m. on a Saturday night. Dad's getting up there, so I give my contact information to act as a buffer. At 3:30 a.m. the following morning (which makes me assume, probably correctly, eastern Europe), I get the following message: "This is Yohan, I will buy truck. My agent Vladimir will contact you." Yeah, nothing scammy sounding there AT ALL. About 8:00 a.m., sure enough, some dude named Vladimir calls me, sounding like a central casting audition for the character "Russian Mob Boss" is some cheap screen play. I ask him if he's calling for Yohan, and get the reply "Who is Yohan, I know no Yohan!" ALARM BELLS. Me, "So do you have any questions about the truck? Would you like me to send more pictures to you?" Vladimir: "No, I will buy truck for (whatever our asking price is, I forget how much we sold it for) I will send you cashier's check tomorrow." ALARM BELLS AT MAX VOLUME. So I tell him it's a cash only sale, and I'll only sell the vehicle face to face. (I figure this will get rid of our insistent but scammy sounding new friend) Vladimir: "Where is truck?" I tell him, per the ad, in the Kalamazoo, MI area. Vladimir: "I call you back tomorrow." OK. I'm figuring this is the last we'll hear of our good friend Vlad the mob boss . . . but I was wrong.
A day or so later, he calls back and says, "I fly to Grand Rapids, MI, meet you at airport, give you cash." Ummmm . . . OK, either he's serious, or he's taking this scam waaaay farther than most. At least he can't kill me and hide my body at the airport. So, for the first time, I start treating Vlad as a serious buyer. To condense the 2nd half of the story, we ended up working out a secured electronic transfer and he had the truck picked up by a professional shipper without ever having laid eyes on it. Here's the cool part: It seems Uncle Yosef (Stalin) built a bunch of AA's under license during the "Great Patriotic War" and, not surprisingly, almost none of them survived. He was purchasing the truck for a Russian military museum. A couple years later, my friend found pics on a Model A fan site from a recent Russian military parade in Moscow. In it was the following truck, which we're 99% sure is my dads:
If it is his, that little fender wrinkle on the passenger's side is from when he backed into it with the tractor.
TL;DR - Seemingly scammy CL deal turns out OK, dad's old toy goes to an interesting new home.