Funny buyers

[Ben_O]

I have had 2 weird people view cars i have sold but never actually sold to any of them.

 

First was a 306 I had up for £350. Bloke knocks the door and gives me some story about his Rover 111 being off the road and he needs a cheap car.

 

He offered £250 to which I turned down.

He then offered £260.... again I refused.

He then put his hand in the co-op bag he was holding, pulled out a shepherds pie ready meal and offered £260 and the ready meal. 

I laughed and shut the door.

 

The other was a 106 which I had infact sold and was awating the buyer to collect.

A man showed up, asked if it was for sale to which I said nope, its sold.

 

He seemed desperate for the car and offered me double what I had been asking with some story about how it was perfect for his wife to use for taking the kids to school etc.

I thought it was strange and said that I would have to say no because a deal had already been done.

He asked if i was married, I said no. He then suggested that I sold him the car for his double offer and he would get his mum to make any wedding dress I liked from any bridal magazine and that would be his gift to me for selling the car..

 

Nowt queer as folk

[Hendry]

I have had 2 weird people view cars i have sold but never actually sold to any of them.

 

First was a 306 I had up for £350. Bloke knocks the door and gives me some story about his Rover 111 being off the road and he needs a cheap car.

 

He offered £250 to which I turned down.

He then offered £260.... again I refused.

He then put his hand in the co-op bag he was holding, pulled out a shepherds pie ready meal and offered £260 and the ready meal. 

I laughed and shut the door.

 

The other was a 106 which I had infact sold and was awating the buyer to collect.

A man showed up, asked if it was for sale to which I said nope, its sold.

 

He seemed desperate for the car and offered me double what I had been asking with some story about how it was perfect for his wife to use for taking the kids to school etc.

I thought it was strange and said that I would have to say no because a deal had already been done.

He asked if i was married, I said no. He then suggested that I sold him the car for his double offer and he would get his mum to make any wedding dress I liked from any bridal magazine and that would be his gift to me for selling the car..

 

Nowt queer as folk

 

Whats that saying, something like "truth is stranger than fiction"? Certainly applies here! Brilliant!

[Bren]

An ex work colleague was selling a sierra estate. Somebody offered £200 below what he was asking but then also offered a carrier bag of tokens out of a one armed bandit.

[Guest Hooli]

Who goes to buy a car with no money in their pocket? I had one a bit back, he didn't have £50 to hand to put as a deposit on a £400 car. Quite frankly he ought not to be driving if he was in that sort of position.

 

Me!

 

When I went to view the W124 I used to have. It was up for £250 so I figured as the seller was in town if I liked it on the test drive I'd stop at a cashpoint. I did & paid him before driving back to his to do the paperwork.

 

T'was a good car that.

[Jerzy Woking]

Well quite near to stoke, as in Nottingham. But would of been 2010 ish maybe later.

 

 

Right bike, right area, wrong era!!!

Hated the bike I got - could not find the cause of the misfire, so sold it on to some other mug........

[junkyarddog]

I sold a few bangers During my "career" of being a dogsbody/bottlewasher in a breakers,

 

A memorable one was an American chap looking for a cheap summer car for touring about.

I duly showed him the best* car in the yard,a little Corolla hatch,

 

"I aint drivin no Jap car boy,I remember WW11"

 

He then gravitated to a ratty 3 series,"those Germans sure know how to build an automobile"

 

Needless to say the stupid fucker didn't buy anything.

[wuvvum]

Another mildly entertaining one that springs to mind - I think it was one of the CXs I was selling, had a chap from Ireland ring up one evening, had what seemed like a perfectly civilised chat about the car, he asked some sensible questions etc.  Then the next day he texted me four times in the afternoon wanting me to send him more pictures of the car - bearing in mind it was a weekday and I was at work.  The texts got progressively more irate as I wasn't answering him, and the fourth and final text simply said "WANKER!".

 

He didn't buy the car.

[Cavcraft]

Som more, all of which have probably been aired on here before, so excuse repetition:

 

 

Vile 'baby buying' couple Judith and Alan Kilshaw came to view my Seat Ibiza, said they'd come back and didn't. She was a fur coat wearing mess, who looked like she'd had 18 pints of vodka for breakfast and slept in a hedge for several months. I like to think the obvious negative waves I must have given off and a thinly disguised hatred of them was enough to stop the pair returning.

 

The knob who bought my van on eBay clearly described as a non-runner with mechanical problems. When pressed on how he was getting it home (couple of hundred miles) said he'd come on the train with a battery. I asked him why he was planning this and got (I quote) 'Everyone knows if a vehicle doesn't start it just needs a battery'

Various emails ensued, Paypal froze my money (but admitted I would get it) and he never came for van. DVLA said to send V5 off with covering letter and copy of advert (which I did) and I sent him

The keys via recorded delivery with a map where the van was located. A few weeks later it was still there, the tax had gone and the council put a condemning notice on the screen. Week or so later it was gone.

 

Sold a Primera to a horrible nark of a bloke down the road who rang my mobile after I'd accidentally had a relationship with another girl, moved out and left my phone at home. I told him not to ring and examined why, but he did then asked my missus if she was my wife or my girlfriend. You can probably imagine how well that went. Anyhow I rang him back and he went on about how he wanted his money back because he didn't like the car. There was nothing wrong it (he told me that) he just didn't like it. I suggested he may be best copulating himself several times over and what not, threw the SIM card away and, iirc, he didn't tax it so I grassed to him to the DVLA as it was on the road outside his.

 

Some knob who wanted to buy my MG Metro with a knackered clutch and wanted it delivering to the Mini specialist garage he owned. Told him no, collection only. Sold it day or two later to someone else and a week or so after that, Captain Cockbrain rings me again. Told him it was sold, he went absolutely off the scale mad at me and issued various threats of violence. Meantime I'd discovered where he lived (about 1/2 mile away) and suggested I would pop down for a chat with him and we could discuss his threats against me. He was so abusive prior to this (mentioning my family, even though he didn't know me) that I also have him the option of having a gallon of Shell's finest through his letterbox at 3.00am, closely followed by a lit match or three, along with an exact description of his house.

Oddly enough his threats stopped and I got an apology.

[Pillock]

I had an Astra GTE Cabriolet - eBay blind buy special. It was fucked... Lower six inches missing, it had previously been stolen recovered so the locks were hanging out, flat tyres. Good hood, Digi dash and rear arches and that's it.

 

Had been sat on the driveway for a few months when a guy knocks on the door out the blue and offers a Peugeot 306 with a chewed steering wheel as a swap. Well I've lost all mojo with the Astra, I just want my driveway back so figured a 306 will shift easier.

 

Did the deal, paperwork sorted, he drives off on cracked tyres dropping bits of sill everywhere.

 

Went out for meal to celebrate bizarre day.

 

Gets phone call... He's gone back round to the house, angry as fuck that this Astra is knackered. He's been to a mates garage and it's basically had the death sentence.... All brakes, bearings, anything rubber, the bulkhead is shot. Typical stuff for a car that's been sat for years. Wants to swap back.

 

Consider telling the MIL to tell him to ram it, but he's a big bloke and he knows where I live. Come home to "my" Astra back on the drive, but with a couple of packs of beer in the boot. Not sure if apology, or he was a forgetful alcoholic.

 

He must have even got as far as sending the paperwork off as I got a V5 for the Pug. Filled it out as scrapped.

[djoptix]

One more from the last car I sold, the buyers were certainly funny but very nice about it. Apologies for length.

 

I sold my C5 estate on ebay, finishing on a Saturday night. I live in Bristol but was working in Liverpool until the Sunday, so on the listing I wrote that I would be passing down the M6/M5 corridor on Sunday evening and could meet along the way, as long as the buyer didn't mind either paying my train fare or driving me back home. When I wrote the listing, I thought I was going to be leaving Liverpool mid-afternoon, but it turned out that I needed to wait to get a truck loaded, so wouldn't be leaving Liverpool until about half 8 (therefore reaching Bristol at midnight). With this in mind I decided to just cross my fingers that nobody wanted to take me up on the offer.

 

Listing ended on Saturday night and the winning bidder contacted me straight away, very happy to have won, and offering to meet me at Keele services, from where he would drive me back to Bristol. I apologetically explained about the timings, that I probably wouldn't be able to get to Keele until about half 9, and he said that was fine - his brother (let's call him #2) was coming too. So I assumed they would get dropped off at Keele, meet me, we drive to Bristol, then they drive back together (sharing the driving) to somewhere presumably near Keele. A late night for them but not too bad. I explained this arrangement to Mrs Optix and she expressed concern that these people might be knife wielding psychos. I said they sounded very reasonable.

 

Further contact with them the day after. It turned out he was actually bidding on the car on behalf of his dad, and his dad was ever so excited to have won as well, so his dad would come with him to Keele in his dad's current car, then his dad would drive my car home (wherever that was), and he and his brother (#2) and me and my stuff would drive down to Bristol together, then they would drive back.

 

Basically, the plan became more and more crazy with every passing email (I was working somewhere with no signal whatsoever, for hours at a time, so we hadn't spoken on the phone and all these logistics were being worked out via ebay messages). In no particular order;

• his mum was also dead excited about the car and so she was coming along too
• he had ANOTHER brother (#3) in Bristol, and his (the guy I'd been speaking to throughout) car was at brother #3's house for some reason, so he and brother #2 would drop me off in Bristol, then go to brother #3's house (OK, I thought, then you can sleep there and drive back the following morning)
• that would be far too easy! They were going to drive back again the same night.
• to Nottingham, which was where they lived - another hour and a half from Keele (wtf)

 

Anyway, that was as crazy as the plan got before we actually met up, except that I suggested that we could meet at a Shell garage off J16, which meant they could head straight home from there - Keele does have a service road that they might have been able to use to get back on the motorway going North but a. I didn't know if they had thought of that and b. if not, or it was closed, they'd have to go down another junction and come back...

 

So. We met up as planned, about 9.45PM by the time I got there and they arrived about five minutes later (in another C5 estate). Dad seemed like a lovely bloke, clearly knew and liked C5s and was very happy with the appearance of the one I'd sold him. Mum seemed to be a bit of a loopy ageing hippy, no edge to her at all. Buyer was perfectly pleasant if a little over-excited "I'll talk to anyone me" etc. Brother #2 was dressed mainly in hunting gear and swore quite a lot, a bit like someone out of South African Deliverance (from their accents they were all from SA).

 

We did the paperwork, Mum and Dad drove off in the direction of Nottingham and we set off Southwards. The journey passed uneventfully apart from an M6 closure which forced a half hour diversion. On the way, brother #2 became more and more hilariously belligerent - pointing out (apropos of nothing) that in SA you wouldn't do a drive like this without a machine gun on the passenger seat, etc. The one phrase that sticks in my mind was "oh yeah, everywhere's getting built on now so there are enough houses for all the immigrants and Muslims". Needless to say I didn't point out that he too was, presumably, an immigrant...? Along the way there were MANY dropped phone calls and duplicate texts from their mum, who they referred to as "Mumsy", who clearly isn't too good with technology. The upshot of these was that Mumsy and Dad had got home in the "new" C5 and were very happy with it

 

One more thing. On the way, it transpired that brother #3 actually lived in Weston-Super-Mare, not Bristol, another 45 minutes down the M5 from my house. Not a massive difference but an extra 90 minutes minimum on the journey, and we only reached my house at quarter past midnight. We unloaded my stuff from their car and off they went. Goodness knows what time they got home, if indeed they did. Very nice, very odd people. I'd take them as buyers over tyre kicking chavs any day. Nowt as queer as folk, etc

[Exiled_Tat_Gatherer]

Only 2 cars sold by me....... I tend to 'lose' them in one way or another.

 

1.    69 Vauxhall Viva 2door - been stored forever but a quick going over and handbrake cable and a few bulbs later - control technique no bother. Used as it was and polished a bit..... great little car I had 'plans' for. Used it too much and would never abuse it to the extent my plans required as it was too nice. Onto the local auto market site.....

I lost count of the amount of car 'export' firms there are here - and almost every one of them had someone round to look it over. I was offered everything from a new fitted kitchen, free meals at 'his friends' resteraunt, a 2 week holiday in Lagos and a substantial amount of 'substance' as trades for the thing. I eventually sold it to a guy from just around the corner who promptly started removing the interior - all but the drivers seat and the bootlid. He then walked into a place 2 doors down from me and came back n forth with various white goods. The poor car was struggling under the extra load, but he gaffered the bootlid to the roof and managed to crawl off fully laden......... it probably ended up in some North African port somehwere..... never found out.

 

2.    Fiat 127 - bought for peanuts - 2 tiny patches in the rear corners, a new battery, radiator and all good. leaned up perfectly and ran like a champ. I would've kept this one but was seriously stuck for space so advertised it again 6mths later after some go-kart like fun. Original seller contacted me asking why I was selling again..... I told him why and thought nothing else about it. A few interested parties, so Saturday was busy with bods looking it over. 2 of the biggest Lithuanian gentlemen you'd ever meet turned up and started shaking this n that. Ummin and rrrrin.... pirate style then asked for a test drive. It felt like I was stuck in a service lift with a couple of sumo apprentices as we hooned around the local area - but they seemed OK with it.

In the meantime, ex owner had turned up wanting the car back........ but I had just agreed the sale at full price to the gorillas (brothers as it turned out). THey were very happy bunnies as the ex owner started screaming and shouting about me 'taking advantage of him' by buying as a project and fixing it - but then selling it on! Demanded extra money, he had option to buy instead of the bruisers etc... All OK and a simple - do one - sufficed until he insulted the Lithuanians then all hell broke loose.

I left it with the local plod showing up as they were continuing to bash the living daylights out of each other........... wad in hand and door firmly closed behind me!

[Alfamale]

What happensd to the thread of the chap that won a Peugeot I think, that suddenly lost a gearbox but he still insisted on picking it up and buying it, but had to go on an amazing mission to get it.? It was hilarious.

[HH-R]

that was Krujoe I think? was certainly an epic thread.

[They_all_do_that_sir]

Heh, Carrick-based here! If you see a ropey Series 1 Laguna heading along the foreshore road, it's probably me.

There are def enough of us to consider a norn iron meet....

 

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[worldofceri]

What happensd to the thread of the chap that won a Peugeot I think, that suddenly lost a gearbox but he still insisted on picking it up and buying it, but had to go on an amazing mission to get it.? It was hilarious.

I couldn't follow what was going on at the time with that one. I know it involved explosive-cabbage and DaveQ, Internet Detective.

[Tamworthbay]

I sold a few bangers During my "career" of being a dogsbody/bottlewasher in a breakers,

 

A memorable one was an American chap looking for a cheap summer car for touring about.

I duly showed him the best* car in the yard,a little Corolla hatch,

 

"I aint drivin no Jap car boy,I remember WW11"

 

He then gravitated to a ratty 3 series,"those Germans sure know how to build an automobile"

 

Needless to say the stupid fucker didn't buy anything.

He sounds a right Dick, but there was an old fella on our street when I grew up and he had been a prisoner of war with the Japs and wouldn't have a single Japanese thing in his house. He mostly had Phillips but also had Sony after his daughter persuaded him it was Korean. He was a lovely old chap, used to feed us apples off his tree and cut the maggots/ bad bits out with a massive penknife. Oddly he ended up living next to a Polish couple who had fought with the resistance and ended up coming over as translators with the free Polish forces. Anna and Stefan, she was good friends with my mum and when she started to lose it she would call my Mum Sargeant Heath, so presumably she reminded her of someone she knew back then.

[richardthestag]

He sounds a right Dick, but there was an old fella on our street when I grew up and he had been a prisoner of war with the Japs and wouldn't have a single Japanese thing in his house. He mostly had Phillips but also had Sony after his daughter persuaded him it was Korean. He was a lovely old chap, used to feed us apples off his tree and cut the maggots/ bad bits out with a massive penknife. Oddly he ended up living next to a Polish couple who had fought with the resistance and ended up coming over as translators with the free Polish forces. Anna and Stefan, she was good friends with my mum and when she started to lose it she would call my Mum Sargeant Heath, so presumably she reminded her of someone she knew back then.

 

I have worked with a few septics who openly admitted their folks wouldnt ever touch anything from the land of the rising sun. Not sure that any white American would have ever experienced anything like the cruelty that the Japanese inflicted on their PoWs.   To them the Germans were just the enemy by comparison so the buying a Bimmer over a Toyota argument kind of makes sense ..... "Japs are evil because great grampy said so"  

 

.... except for the fact it all happened fucking ages ago. what is the benefit of continuing with the hatred when it is all done and dusted? war criminals executed and everyone said they were sorry. 

 

that bloody mk2 cav I had, I kept it for a few more years and enjoyed another 20k on it before trying to sell again. this time a chap from Merton wanted to "have a look at it" but couldnt get on the train down to Worcester Park where I lived. So I agreed to drive it up to him.Nice enough chap, modelled Citizen Khan on him i think. Very polite but a proper fruit loop. Sat in all the seats, tried all the seatbelts on, didnt have insurance so I drove him. all the right signals from him. "I like the car but too much money" Ok I added some haggle space into the E&M Price. "Make me an offer". He offered about 10% of the asking price. I dropped him back at home said no and drove off. He called me hourly for the rest of the evening badgering me that it would be the best offer and I should sell him the car. Eventually I told him that I had two lads fighting in the street for it and bidding each other up. Trouble is that his was the only and therefore best offer for it. So I kept it. Lobbed another 40k at it over the next 3 years and traded it in.

 

Having motored around in a super late mk2 Cav it made sense that I buy a super late Mk3, shed loads of toys on a 6month demonstrator caught my eye at the Wycombe Vauxhall stealer. Shiny sales man in a greasy suit offered me a bag for the Mk2 cav which seemed like a deal. haggled a bit but to be honest a bag for a 7 year old mk2 cav with 180k on the clock seemed good going. went back 2 days later with cash.

 

Sales man wanted to "run my cav past his mechanics". I heard the fuckers rev the bollocks off it for like 10 seconds. 2 mins later comes in saying "HGF! you didnt mention that did you? £500 trade in I am afraid". explained what I heard to deaf ears. told salescunt I would need to go and get more cash.

 

Went to a Ford dealer in Wycombe and asked them for the best Mondeo they had for the cash in my pocket + the cav as trade in. Explained what had happened and they fell over themselves to be helpful. Ended up with a 6 month old 1.8LX hatch with 4k on the clock. Not many toys but 2 free services and 12months road tax thrown in. Did the deal then and there. 

 

2hours later drove new mondo back to vauxhall, asked to speak to the dealer manager. told him exactly why I had a shiny mondo outside and that he could keep his cav mk3. As I walked back out of the showroom salescunt muttered "wanker" audibly under his breath. 

 

That cav lasted another few years so it got patched up

[Split_Pin]

Fuck a duck I've just re-read that chou_combustible 306 collection thread, what a guy!!!

[timolloyd]

He sounds a right Dick, but there was an old fella on our street when I grew up and he had been a prisoner of war with the Japs and wouldn't have a single Japanese thing in his house. He mostly had Phillips but also had Sony after his daughter persuaded him it was Korean. He was a lovely old chap, used to feed us apples off his tree and cut the maggots/ bad bits out with a massive penknife. Oddly he ended up living next to a Polish couple who had fought with the resistance and ended up coming over as translators with the free Polish forces. Anna and Stefan, she was good friends with my mum and when she started to lose it she would call my Mum Sargeant Heath, so presumably she reminded her of someone she knew back then.

 

My Great Grandfather died 1985 and wouldn't buy anything Japanese, which is partly why his Herald survives with us to this day. We still have his garage for storage and apart from things we've accrued over the years, everything in there is British-made.

 

Not saying it's right but I'm fascinated by stories of oldies who felt like that.

[Tamworthbay]

My Great Grandfather died 1985 and wouldn't buy anything Japanese, which is partly why his Herald survives with us to this day. We still have his garage for storage and apart from things we've accrued over the years, everything in there is British-made.

Not saying it's right but I'm fascinated by stories of oldies who felt like that.

Yup, as they say 'walk in their shoes' and all that. I hate the tribal aspect of society and the stupidity of aggressive nationalism, but I do understand why someone like that (or your Great grandfather) would feel how they did and think I would probably be the same if I had gone through it. Long time ago now and the Japanese are very different, but the hateful Mazda 3 we used to own should have been condemned by the UN for crimes against osteopathy.

[Uncle Jimmy]

I sold my old SE5 Scimitar to a guy who came over from the Netherlands with a Jeep & trailer and took it away at the full asking price with barely a glance at the car. Apparently he came over with his sons once a month with 3 trailers and took 3 Scimitars home.

Big business in the Low Countries apparently

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Can't some kind of DAF/Reliant Anglo Dutch trading block be set up? It's unlikely but it could become some kind of European free trade zone.

[Grundig]

I had a right one the other day when I sold my Passat saloon - He turns up on time on the day he said he would, he was pleasant, he pays me the asking price, no quibble - shook my hand & drove off - very strange indeed 

[Tamworthbay]

Can't some kind of DAF/Reliant Anglo Dutch trading block be set up? It's unlikely but it could become some kind of European free trade zone.

They have a massive following over there. I lived in the Netherlands for a while and they were revered, really not sure why. They are great cars but one of many, they just seem to love them for some reason.

[JeeExEll]

I had a right one the other day when I sold my Passat saloon - He turns up on time on the day he said he would, he was pleasant, he pays me the asking price, no quibble - shook my hand & drove off - very strange indeed

What, won't haggle?? Come on, do it properly.

 

[DodgyBastard]

I had my Forester up for sale on Gumtree, a potential buyer got in touch and wanted to view it during the week, I said anytime after 6 would be fine. They turned up at 4pm and said they were here to see the car, I explained that I was at work and wouldn't be available until after 6 and they said it was fine.

I turned up at the car after work and the guys turned up in a fucked mk1 focus. They had spent the last couple of hours in the pub to pass the time. One of them decides he needs a piss so pisses down the side of his focus. The other guy had a test drive of the Subaru, nearly crashing it a couple of times then hands over the cash.

They ask if I want their focus for scrap money, I turned them down.

 

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[Vince70]

I had an A plate MK2 Golf GTi which I bought at a car show when I got talking to the owner who had the car up for £450 and I said I need a gearbox for my mk1 and he said if he didn't sell it at the end of the day I could have the car for the price of a box which was £150 as his wife said he wasn't allowed to take it home.

 

Later on I got a call to say the car was mine and I wasn't expecting much and although my own car was a minty lowish mileage car this old high miler seemed a fantastic drive and made my car seem like it was completely knackered

 

I robbed the head and gearbox box off the thing plus the battery and my mate popped over and had the Pirelli P alloys and the scorpion exhaust off it and we bolted all our old crap parts back onto it and I put it in the friday ad for £50,

It ran but the gearbox was terrible and the battery wouldn't hold a charge plus I couldn't see the head gasket lasting more than half a mile and it had about a thimble of unleaded in the tank.

 

A bloke phoned up for it and I told him it would need to be trailered but It did start and move and he had a two hour drive just to pick it up, he arrived at 10pm on a winters night driving through floods with his 30 stone wife giving him a lift and no trailer was in sight as he said he was driving it back.

 

He gave me the £50 and I went inside and a full scale domestic developed and his misses started beating him up and it lasted about an hour and one of my neighbours called the Police I was told because of the noise as they woke his kids up

 

Well the next morning I went out and the car had gone but I never knew how he ever got the car home with no electrics for the lights or wipers and a knackered gearbox with no oil and a knackered head which had just been thrown on also the tax and mot had run out a year previous and knowing my tight mate I wouldn't be surprised if the wheels didn't have a set of wheel bolts.

[BavarianRetro]

I took a stand at Doune autojumble some years ago.

Piled everything into a box trailer that was one journey away from being left at the tip, towed behind a SWB S111 which was also full to the gunnels.

 

Lots of good, interesting stuff collected over many years including two pairs of brand new, crated series 11 wings which, even then, were nearly 40 years old, rare because of the short production run and worth good money. Bulky though in their MoD crates.

 

I get set up. My pal is with me. We are setting out the stall and we have everything out and on display. Still early and some good interest in the wings @£250 a pair (Perthshire, see?) and a couple of wee bits and pieces sold when some smart Alec appears and says,

 

"How much for the trailer?" It's shite. It was free. I used it a good few times more than I should have and it owes me not a cent.

"£100"

"£50?"

"£100"

 

And he hands over 5 20s.

 

One pair of wings sold for £185 and by three o' clock the other pair were down to £100. At ten to four I gave the bloke clever smug bastard who bought the trailer the second pair for £70!

 

Done up like a kipper.

[Guest Hooli]

 

.... except for the fact it all happened fucking ages ago. what is the benefit of continuing with the hatred when it is all done and dusted? war criminals executed and everyone said they were sorry. 

 

That's the thing, very few Jap war criminals were ever charged. The worst got let off in exchange for their 'research', look up unit 731 for example.

[twosmoke300]

Grandad was a POW under the Japs when he was in Burma - He would never buy anything jap .

Dad and I didnt have the heart to tell him when he bought 2 Rover 827's in a row 

[cort16]

I've had a few but the one that sticks was the guy who bought my Audi 80 coupe that had no brakes .

He was nice enough but when he turned up without a trailer I was a bit confused. They tied a rope to from the front end of their transit to the back of the Audi and used the transit to do the braking ! I thought they're maybe only going a few miles but know they're going back to Glasgow 30 miles away up the motorway!

Good luck lads