A bit of a random story, but it goes to show how "car guys" always seem to come back full circle.
A couple months ago I got home from work and the wife said "I got a present for you." I go in the garage and there's a pile of new-in-box car parts, including a full set of Bilstein HDs. So I'm like "what is this?" She says she saw it on a facebook garage sale site and that some guy apparently had given up on a LeMons build (car unspecified) and his wife wanted old parts gone from the garage for next to nothing for whoever picked them up. So she picked them up, because she "recognized Bilstein and knew [I] used them."
So pile of parts. An hour or two of cross-referencing and calls to NAPA I figuret out they're a mish-mash of VW/Audi parts, mostly for late-90s Passat (no wonder the guy gave up). Some crossover to Audi A4/A6 of that era too. In any case, I figure that the retail value of this stuff is over $1k (including the billies, a clutch kit, and a bunch of new suspension pieces), so maybe I can sell it off for a fraction of that value to make some race cash. So I post it on CL, GRM, and some forums. Nothing, barely a nibble. Even with them listed as "I will take any offer."
Back on facebook marketplace they go. A couple weeks later a guy calls and says he wants the Bilsteins because his Passat has a blown shock, but he's kind of low on money so would I do $200. I figure I could probably sell them for more if I waited a bit (each one is $100-150 on ebay), but what the hell. I say ok and tell him he can have all the other parts for another $50. I could make more money on them doing ebay probably, but he seems like a nice guy so let him have it all.
A few weeks later, I get a message from him with a photo of a Porsche 944 at a local pick and pull. I need some random parts, so that's great. I go to the yard. This place I went to a decade ago and remembered it being a clusterberkeley. Well, still is. I can't find the car.
Send the guy a message "where is the car?" No answer. I use his picture to match up details of the background (trees, mountain, sun position) to find the car finally. I spend 2 hours pulling little parts I want - brake booster check valve, some window weatherstripping in so-so condition (requiring me to open the doors up and hand-remove the windows to get to them). Same with the sunroof - had to crank it from the (locked) hatchback area to open it to get part of teh wind deflector I needed. A couple engine bay parts. And this car has the rear-license-plate finisher "PORSCHE" lighted panel (aftermarket "Made in the the USA," oddly enough. I pull that for a garage decoration. A few other things.
I walk up to the front counter with mostly a bunch of marginal-shape stuff that may or may not work or be good enough to use. At most pick and pulls this would be a "Oh...uh..take it all for $5 bucks, and another 10 for the lighted thing."
Not this place..lady is clicking on a computer for retail value of a Porsche (aka VW) fog light switch, and says the window weatherstrips are $15 EACH (they're like 6" long and ratty). All in all, she says $90. Nope. I say "ok how about all this little junk and not the lighted Porsche thing?" $60. Nope.
After a bit of arguing and finally some choice words on my part, the stuff got tossed off to the side and I departed with no parts and 2 hours wasted.
As I'm driving home, the guy who sent me the photo messages back wth the car location. I tell him I found it and what went down. He is like "damn...man I actually work there on the side pulling engines for them in exchange for parts hookup" (or something like that). Too bad I didn't know you were there"
Next day he messages me with a photo of all the parts I pulled (including the lit panel) and says "they're at my house, come and get em" for a fraction of what they quoted me at the counter. So I go get em and throw some extra money on top for his effort.
Anyhow, not that exciting, but just kind of funny how things work out. Started with parts from a random person, sold them to another random person, who later got me parts that I needed unrelated to his own cars. The moral of this story is, I guess, "what goes around comes around." Seems over and over I find this especially true with "car guys," that we always seem to run into each other down the road.....