Never considered myself suspect, but I'll be glad to explain. Okay, here's why I'm for donating it. It was for sale for 1500 bucks. It needs work. It uses oil. People call, I drive down to supermarket it's in front of with "For Sale" sign on it, and they test drive it. Then you never hear from them again. Pop has no road exposure to sell it from.
Last straw was Sunday, when I got a call from people with "cash in hand."
I left friends to meet this person. When I got there, it was a group of about six. The appearance of them was that of meth users. Turned out one of them had a two party check they'd have to cash to buy the car. The other party whose name was as payee of the check was not present, and a "friend" was with this woman to look over the car. He assured me he had authority to buy if he liked the car.
My brother had a key to it, and he's a notary, so we waited for him to get there for both those reasons.
After a test drive, the guy told me he'd take if "if it was me buying"
With that, I told him I'd go get the title, and my brother could follow me in the car for sale, and he'd notarize the deal, and make the exchange. "Buyer" said he would pay me with his own money, and the other people would sign their check to him.
Then, he picks up the cell phone. Story changes, suddenly. Now he says the guy playing cards needs to see it because if he didn't like the car, it might be sticky getting the check signed over.
To put it mildly, my infamous temper comes out. I said forget it. Told my brother that I'd follow him to his house if he'd drive the car for sale. Suddenly, here comes the "wait a minute" routine from these people who'd killed over an hour of my time. I told them not to bother.
I realized that these jerks would NOT take care of this aged car, and it would probably last ten days. Last thing I'd need is six (and maybe more) meth heads mad at me and knowing where my business is, where I live, what I drive, and who I am.
SO, the thing is NOT worth the trouble of selling it.
My brother said it was worth it to drive up and see me standing in the midst of this gaggle of meth heads, with their sunk-in and toothless faces, frazzled hair, and weird stares. A deputy sheriff car drove by once, giving this bunch a look a familiar look too.
The insurance on it has since expired, and I had to turn in the tags. Now even a test drive wouldn't be possible (or at least ill-advised). It's sitting at my brother's house waiting for a tow truck. Main thing I want to know is if it can be deducted for Blue Book value.
I'm calling my accountant now.
Richard