Sunday, April 7 - Selling the van, day 2

The market on Day 2 was in the parking lot of a big race course.  Lots more
cars, lots more people.

     We'd knocked $300 of the price, but still sat there with very little interest shown in the van.  Oh, a couple people came up, checked the interior and kicked the tires, but with such a large selection it was looking worse and worse as the day wore on.  Near the end of the trading hours I saw the French kids' van driving towards us, and as they passed us saw the same dealer who had tormented them the day before test driving.  The boy saw me and gave a mirthless smile that quite clearly said that La Syndicat had failed in her demands.  Eh bien, c'est la vie.
      We stayed on for an extra hour after the official closing time.  As the vehicles thinned out an Indian guy named Lucky came over, took a look at the van, and told us that if we didn't sell the car before we had to leave to give him a call and he'd give us $1400.  Well, it was something.
      The day before a 40 something Northern California surfer dude had stopped by at the end of the market and expressed some interest in the van and said he'd be back the next day to take a closer look.  He hadn't shown up during the normal hours, no big surprise.  But then as we were ready to give up and continue on with our day I saw him walking up the remaining line of vans.  He saw us and acted happy that we were still there.  He took the van for a spin, seemed to like it a lot, and said it was down to ours and another van that he had looked at.  Promising!
    But when we were back at camp and getting ready to cook dinner he called and said he thought he really needed something with 4WD so he could get out to the harder to reach beaches to surf.  Sorry.  Yeah, sorry.  Oh well, we would start advertising on online car markets that night, plus if all else failed, we always had Lucky.