Last of a Dying Breed
We bought and sold cars for a while, nice ones too. Car flipping came natural. When I decided to branch off from my partner, we stayed good friends. But the independence gave me new life. I don’t mind helping people but way times it began to seem unfair to be doing most of the wrenching and dirty work but still dividing the profits equally. In fact, at the time I made this decision, it was because I had my 1st born on the way. My daughter was on her way and I wanted to test myself. She was born in the fall of 2000 and coincidentally it was also when I felt I became a man. I was a huge fan of Chevy trucks and when the year before GM announced they were discontinuing the 2 Door Tahoe model, they had my attention. I rushed to find the perfect one. It had to be black with gray interior, Z71 suspension and the Sport model. When I can was lucky enough to find it, I was beyond excited. The guy I bought it from seemed to be in financial trouble but I didn’t ask questions. Just negotiated the right price and hit the peddle to the floor. The next day I went through it cleaning it to make it perfect. I removed the front seats and got to deep cleaning the carpet and interior. What happened next was shocking. There was a little black book tucked under one of the interior panels, barely visible. I struggled a bit to get it but when I’m did, it was not only someone’s personal phone book, but it clued me into a stash inside the truck that I’m guessing the previous owner didn’t know about or forgot about. The back page cover had some numbers that added up to about $80,000 odd dollars. Right under the total it also indicated “RR bench” and nothing else. I sat there with curiosity and quickly began inspecting the rear seat and cargo area. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined this was one of my luckiest days. Inside the right side of the rear seat I found some stacks of cash wrapped tightly and consealed carefully where a piece of foam had been modified to hide $80-100,000 in cash. In a panic I began to feel shaky and nervous...asking myself if this could be true. If this could be dangerous or illegal. I collected my thoughts and found a perfect place to keep the full amount of legal tender safely. I decided to never mention this to anyone in fear of losing it or bringing any bad vibes around. Then I waited. I waited to see if the previous owner would call me to try and claim it but he never did.