Hammer Time: The First Set

Coffee. Old magazines. Quiet murmurs of conversations. I am stuck in an old office with two dozen other people who are awaiting instructions from a young tattooed lady with a clipboard and a shrill nasal voice. "Follow me!", I hear six inches from my ear. It seems like the perfect moment to have a rendezvous with  the doctor, the dentist, or the job interview. Or at least someone who doesn't instantly give me an instant flashback to my New Jersey upbringing Not this time. I'm in… Hollywood. Or at least the Atlanta version of it. 24 hours ago I posted an ad on Craigslist for a 1983 Mercedes 300D. Nothing special. Great interior. I had priced it for a quick sale in a business where well used early-80's vehicles have limited demand. Within ten minutes I received the following response. "Hi, We are actually looking for a few additional cars for a scene we are filming tomorrow for a new pilot 'Halt and Catch Fire' for AMC." Now I have been selling on Craigslist for over 10 years now. So I am acutely aware of the scam side of this world. One that is typically loaded with aspiring Nigerian bankers who need your exclusive help with freeing up millions of Euros. Or my personal favorite. The listing for a car where the phone number is written like ( 5^7^3) 286 –  1 ^ 4 ^ 2 ^ 3). This one was a bit different. A complete sentence. An unusual attention to grammar and punctuation. It was a boring Sunday afternoon, so I responded. "I would be interested if I could bring a second vehicle along with my wife as well. Let me know if you are looking for a particular era of vehicles. All the best!"  The emails went back and forth and my wife, bless her film and video background, was able to confirm the rest. The listing was likely legitimate. A bit random. But metro-Atlanta often has anywhere from 5 to 10 movie shoots during the spring season and yes, they do need old cars. This was to be a shoot for the year 1983. It just so happened that I had that Mercedes and a 74' Chevy C10 pickup that would be the perfect background vehicles for a set that would try to recreate an office park in Dallas right after the famous early-80's oil crash. The clincher was that it was only 15 miles away and the Monday auto auctions are horrifically expensive this time of year. Cars that sold for only $6000 this time of year now sell for $7500 thanks to Uncle Sam redistributing refunds and unearned perks to single parents with way too many kids. Tax season is an incredibly difficult time to buy cars on the cheap. This is why I will buy as many as twelve a day in the final quarter of the year and fewer than 12 a month from January through late May. It's cheaper to buy a holding yard and replace a few batteries than it is to pay a four figured price premium on a per car basis. The pay for 2 people comes out to $120 each for 10 hours; plus $35 for each of our two glorified clunkers. The family revenue would be $310 in total for a short drive and interminably long waiting periods in a long line of small offices. Would it be worth my time? Well… you live life once as the old saying goes and since this is a minimal hassle deal, we take it. 5 A.M. buzzer. My wife and I eat our fruits and pack our coffees. I get the keys to a 39 year old Chevy with the 350 V8, while the wife gets the screaming 'Eeeeeee!!!' buzzer of the Mercedes Turbodiesel. 20 minutes later. No traffic. We're there. A parking lot that will soon look like the 70's version of American Graffiti. from The Truth About Cars http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com

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