I found a '48 Ford truck on the 'Bay just north of Minneapolis. It was listed three times, starting at $1200 and dropping $200 each subsequent time it was listed, no bidders of the three times. The ad stated "Runs Great!" and had some very good pictures including an interior shot showing a factory radio, a pretty rare item, body looked decent. During the third time it was posted I asked if he would take $700 for it. He agreed and I started making arrangements to drive 400 miles to pick it up. To make it worth my time and gas I arranged to pick up a set of fenders in Milwaukee and deliver them just west of Minneapolis. The fender buyer picked up a set of free '48-56 truck rims I go from another guy in Minnesota for free. I also found a '48 Ford truck front clip just east of the fender guy. During arranging all of this I won a pair of truck hoods on the 'Bay from a guy in Minneapolis. So I had all arranged, I'd pick up the fenders in Milwaukee, drive to Minneapolis pick up the hoods, drive west drop off the fenders, pick up the rims, drive further west and pick up the front clip and then from there drive north east and meet the truck guy north of Minneapolis in the afternoon. Everything went great until I got to the small town I was suppose to meet the guy with the truck. I arrived two hours earlier than planned. He was suppose to meet me at a gas station in town and we were going to follow him to the farm where the truck was. No problem, I call the cell number he gave me, no longer in use. Great, I'm 400 miles from home, wife and kids in the car on a 90°+ day, fun. It was a small town so I look in the phone book and call everyone with the same last name as the seller, no one knew him. Called back home and had my brother go to my house, fire up the computer and make sure I have the correct cell phone number. Yes I did. About two hours later (with wife and kids sitting in car) a truck pulls up next to me and asks my name. I tell him and he said he figured since he hadn't hear from me he would check to see if I came up. I told him I tried calling him for the last two hours and got the "no service" message. He asked what number I called, he then told me that was his old number, he must have made a mistake. His girlfriend sitting next to him just said to him, "Dumb ass". OK, we're ready to go but first he's got to fill a one gallon gas can he had. We leave and I'm following him out of town and then over gravel roads turning left, right, left, right and so on. Finally, we turn into an old farm, something out of the Dukes of Hazard. Old buildings, a dozen inoperable vehicles, pigs in a pen, chickens all over and a horse tied to the house. I get out of my truck and see the truck sitting in the woods surrounded by 8" thick trees. I walk over to the truck and lift the hood and there's no battery. Mean while, a second guy comes out of the old farm house, it turns out he owns the property and the truck, guy #1 just listed the truck on the 'Bay for him. I ask the owner if he has a battery so I could hear the flat 6 run as I'm grabbing the fan and trying to turn the engine by hand, stuck. The owner says, don't have a battery and probably wouldn't start anyways. I reminded him that his ad said, "Runs great!". He replies, "Sure did, when I parked it 8-9 years ago." The body was pretty decent and I wanted the factory radio so I offered him $400 for it because as far as I was concerned the engine was junk. His reply, "Hell, I can get more for that for scrap". I said "Good luck" and walked toward my truck. I just about got to my truck and he yells, "OK, I'll take $400". Guy #1 goes over to his truck, grabs the gas can and pours gas into an old beat up tractor while the seller fires up a chain saw to cut down half a dozen trees so we can get the truck out of the woods. They hook the old tractor to the back of the truck and yank it out of the woods, almost taking a couple of trees with it. We finally get the truck up on my trailer when guy #1 comes out of the house with a case of beer and two shot guns and tells the seller, "I got a piece cleared out behind the barn so we can do some target practice". This made me quite nervous, we were out in the middle of absolutely no where and these guys knew I have money on me so I call my brother and tell him, "Remember those emails I had you look up? Well, if don't hear from me in an hour call the police in this small town and let them know". I quickly chained the truck down on the trailer and drove off. I got a mile down the road checked the chains and called my brother to let him know we were OK and what went on. The real bummer was I was suppose to get a title with the truck but in my haste to get out of there I forgot to get it and when I tried to contact the sellers later they wouldn't reply. The one good thing about a situation like these is it sure makes for a really good story years later. Remember, tragedy+time=humor.