I'm reflecting on the past year. I guess about September I went and looked at a 62 Galaxie. This was going to be...the car. The car I would liquidate all my projects for. You know that one car you love. It was 390 3speed OD car. I would have loved to get my hands on it 25 years ago. Had it been what the guy said it was, I would have bought it. He was under the impression I was tire kicker or maybe we were going to work out a possible trade. Little did he know I talked it over and was prepared. The dough was on me. I'm telling you this guy had some hum-dingers.... They rate right up there with the 36 Chevy I looked at years ago when the seller claimed it had the original air in the tires....imagine that authentic 1936 air! The small (post it note) sized hole in the drivers floor was really about poster board size. The whole floor was gone including some of the fire wall. Oh but it has the rare tri tone interior.....just look at those panels. Silver trim, black white and red... all factory! It was mildewed and the vinyl was rotten (it takes a lot for vinyl to rot) and peeling on the bottom half of the interior panels.... The seats....split seams and were going to pieces with the default dukw-tape repair ....Just look at those seats man......silver (Chrome trim) white, black and red vinyl....that's rare! So what if it's the tr-tone interior. It was the tri tone interior. I thought. Now it's mildew holding hands. Oh it runs so so good. Did I hear it? Why, heck no! He did not have a battery. 50 cars there and the guy did not have a hot battery. Truthfully after 5 minutes....I was just along for the ride. I actually found myself palming the bank envelope just to make sure I still had it.....To keep it from magically jumping out of my pocket. It was almost like I was subconsciously guarding it. That engine has blowby I thought......."Man, there's lot of oil under here." Says I.....Here's the Big One..... He goes on and on about how rust free the sides of the car are. Meanwhile I'm looking at daylight from holes from the front fenders down the rockers through the quarters. The whole bottom side was rusted out. The perfect rear floors.......don't drop a ping pong ball in front of the back seat because it will go to the ground. I really resent being treated like an idiot. With that said I was somewhat captivated. What else would this guy say? He worked at a "rod shop" so he knows how easy those cars are to fix.....A weekend or two. He hates it when people waste his time.........It was 2.5 hour round trip for me so I was going to get my moneys worth. People these days do not know the value of these cars. His neighbors are crackheads so he shoots at them. He knows the sheriff. Of course they still steal parts off his cars while dodging bullets. I looked at some of his other stuff. He did have a fair deal on a 56 Effie, but still a little high. I did not want another truck. Then he shows me his pride and joy. Really I think the guy did have respect for me to invite me in his garage. It was show quality '56 F100. Nothing spared. This fellow was a car guy. He knew...... I think he knew, I knew. In our prior phone conversation, he really talked it up. It was not the car he said it was but by golly he stuck too it. I had the cash but I played the tire kicker. In closing I'm usually pretty good about spotting these too good be be true cars. This time...not so. Has this happened to you?