Kent Dorsey
PCS Member / Funeral Director
I was fairly new to the hobby in 1995 when I attended my first meet in Fort Wayne. I met many new PCS friends who were willing to lend advice on these neat vehicles. I got advice from one PCS member that would seem to be common sense, while I have held closely to the advice since then, human nature can be that we want to be able to trust other people, and we can let our guard down.
The advice was this, if you have a car lead, a car find, a barn find, a dealer find, whatever it is... you will limit problems if you keep it to yourself. Telling someone what you are on the trail of only increases the chances of disaster. If you are onto a car, and have to sell another one (sometimes on the spur of the moment) to clear garage room (or so the wife won't file for divorce) be extra careful of those interested in your car you may sell WHO ASK what you are chasing.
For what it's worth, after the disaster happens, about the only thing you can do after licking your wounds, is vow to keep quiet to the offender (and maybe those within their orbit) any leads on neat barn finds, or what you know that dwells within the funeral home garages across your region when they become available.
After 25 years of this hobby, I have come to the conclusion that no matter what, these are hunks of metal. They have no heart, no soul and won't know the difference who owns them. The thing in our lives that does matter are actual folks in our families - and close friends, and to a lot of us here, the close companionship, love and dedication from furry friends who accept us - flaws and all. So within those thoughts, I will move on and enjoy the company of the wife and kitties tonight and put a "disaster" behind me.
But, for those of you trusting souls out there and I know you exist, I am simply passing along, a 1995 lesson from Fort Wayne that I failed to heed, thinking I was talking with a friend.
The advice was this, if you have a car lead, a car find, a barn find, a dealer find, whatever it is... you will limit problems if you keep it to yourself. Telling someone what you are on the trail of only increases the chances of disaster. If you are onto a car, and have to sell another one (sometimes on the spur of the moment) to clear garage room (or so the wife won't file for divorce) be extra careful of those interested in your car you may sell WHO ASK what you are chasing.
For what it's worth, after the disaster happens, about the only thing you can do after licking your wounds, is vow to keep quiet to the offender (and maybe those within their orbit) any leads on neat barn finds, or what you know that dwells within the funeral home garages across your region when they become available.
After 25 years of this hobby, I have come to the conclusion that no matter what, these are hunks of metal. They have no heart, no soul and won't know the difference who owns them. The thing in our lives that does matter are actual folks in our families - and close friends, and to a lot of us here, the close companionship, love and dedication from furry friends who accept us - flaws and all. So within those thoughts, I will move on and enjoy the company of the wife and kitties tonight and put a "disaster" behind me.
But, for those of you trusting souls out there and I know you exist, I am simply passing along, a 1995 lesson from Fort Wayne that I failed to heed, thinking I was talking with a friend.