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A Bill of sale signed by the buyer works wonders. My father died a few days after a guy bought a piece of farm equipment. The bill of sale was on the only piece of paper dad found that day. It was literally on a paper plate. Odd, but knowing my father, perfectly legal and understandable.Guy showed up in the spring for the disc harrow. This is a stock photo. I never thought to photograph it.I told him Dad had passed away did he have a Bill of sale. When the guy produced a paper plate I smiled as that was just like Dad. I helped him load it up and shook his hand.A Bill stating as is where is and how is protects the seller should the transmission go bad on the way home. People have also gotten cold feet and tried to sue the seller. My son had this happen to him. Like his grandfather he knew to have a bill of sale signed by both parties stating as is, how is, where is. The court threw the lawsuit out.

It’s totally worthwhile.I’ve seen a lot of instances where the customer would say something like “ I can bring my trade by tomorrow so you can appraise it, but it’s not that clean. The reply would usually be “ No worries, won’t make a difference.” As a salesperson, I would always ask my customers to bring in their trade clean if at all possible.It makes a huge difference.Whether the appraiser has the intention or not, the impression he will get evaluating a squeaky clean and polished car will always influence the number he has in his head. Like some of the previous answers have implied, it’s all about how you ASSUME the vehicle was looked after. A nice, clean, straight looking vehicle can mean the difference of at least a few hundred, to a few thousand dollars. Well worth spending an afternoon doing a thorough detail.I’ve seen pigstys’ come in on trade where the appraiser won’t even get inside the vehicle to drive it. He will simply put a wholesale value on it and farm it out. The customer may think they got $800 for their trade (because that’s what was shown on the bill of sale), but more likely the actual value that was recorded was only $1.A simple wax job can do wonders to the appearance of a vehicle. Sure, it’s labor intensive, but it’s always worth the effort.If dealerships didn’t put much emphasis on the appearance of a car, why do you think they invest huge money in hiring cleanup staff, using state of the art detail equipment, and have at least one or more washbays? Ever see dirty cars on a dealership's lot? Unlikely. They usually clean their inventory on a weekly basis.It’s no different from any other product you being sold see in the marketplace. Presentation is everything.

I don't know if this counts as retail, but I sold a car which desperately needed new tires, which I figured into the price. I even offered to tow it—for free—to the local tire shop where he could get some decent used tires mounted for a fair price. I explained that I had planned on doing this before selling the car, but he had caught me at a good time so I was making him a deal.He refused my offer and insisted that he would take care of it, and even said that his cousin owned a tire shop in the next town over, 30 miles away. I cautioned him to drive slow and take the back roads.I added the tire issue to the as-is, no-warranties-implied-or-expressed bill of sale, had him sign and date, and had his girlfriend who had driven him to pick up the car sign and date as a witness. He asked me to put a false value on the bill of sale so he'd be on the hook for less taxes, a “win-win” he had said, but I told him I needed to keep my books straight. He called me a teetotaler.A short while later my cell phone rang. It was the man who had just purchased the car and he was hopping mad. He said the car had broke down 15 miles out of town. I couldn’t believe it, the car had been running great and I had driven it around a bit just to make sure. It was an impound that was abandoned after the driver had got arrested for driving with no insurance and a suspended license. It had no mechanical or electrical issues as far as I could tell. I jumped in the tow truck and headed out. By the time I arrived a police officer had already found them first. The man had surprisingly calmed down and seemed almost giddy.“Oh boy,” he said, a big smile on his face. “You're in for it now.”A little worried, I surveyed the scene, trying to piece together what I was looking at. The girlfriend's car had obvious front-end damage, which was new since they had left. The car I had sold was pulled off the road in front of the girlfriend's car. The officer, whom I had known for years, walked up to me.“He says you sold him a car with faulty brakes.” I almost blanched, but the disbelief in his tone was obvious. He gave me a brief summary of what had happened.The man had decided to shuck my advice and take the highway home, with his girlfriend following closely behind, as, unbeknownst to me, he also did not register or insure the car before making the drive. He also decided it would be a good idea to pass a semi-truck in a no-passing lane. I have no way of knowing how fast he was going, but the speed limit is 65 and as the road is fairly straight most semi’s tend to stick to it. Halfway around the truck, the car blew a tire.He hit the brakes hard, which caused the car to pull hard to one side. Luckily the semi cleared before he swerved back into his own lane, fighting the steering in a manner that put him nearly sideways in the road, where his girlfriend promptly T-boned him.We were soon interrupted by the man who had bought the car.“I want this man arrested,” he said, pointing his finger at me. “I want my money back, I want my girlfriend's car fixed…and she hurt her back too. Pro’ly gonna need another surgery.”I stayed silent.“You ever find that insurance card?” was all the officer replied.“She's still lookin'.” The man, obviously annoyed, headed over to his girlfriend’s car.I walked over and inspected the car, seeing the damage and blown tire for the first time. I shook my head. “You ever know a faulty brake system to blow a tire?” I asked the cop.“That would be a first,” he said.I climbed in and pushed the brake pedal. Solid. “Can you see the caliper?” I asked, knowing that the cop, Dave, was a car guy himself.“Squeezing tight,” he said.I told Dave my side of the story and suggested he ask to see the bill of sale. The customer claimed I didn't give him one. He said he was going to sue me, the business, the cop—his brother was a high-powered attorney, he assured us, and he was going to own both of us.“That’s why I put the tire issue right on the bill of sale,” I said. “You shouldn’t been driving it, especially on the highway. I told you that.”“Well you didn’t have it notarized!” he spouted arrogantly. “So it don’t matter no how! It ain’t legal!”“I thought you said he didn’t give you a bill of sale,” Dave responded. The guy’s face went pale.“Well…no..he…you mean the…the title? Is that what you’re calling it? Ya’ll go calling all these words like I’m sposed to know everything, it ain’t my job to know what’s called what and what not!”“Do you have it?” Dave asked calmly.“Yeah but it ain’t notarized. Ain’t legal.”“So you bought a car with paperwork that isn’t legal?”“Well no that’s not what I’m sayin’! It ain’t legal for him to put that on there. You can’t go writing whatever you want, making it all everyone’s fault that you sold them a piece of junk! That ain’t legal, ain’t notarized, ain’t gonna stand up. I told you: I want my money, I want this towed, and she gonna go’t to da hospital and ya’ll is payin’! And I’ll have your job! And your tow truck!” He then turned to Dave. “And your badge!”“Just let me see it,” Dave instructed, ever the picture of calmness. The man reluctantly retrieved it and showed it to him, initially trying to cover the note—which I had him initial—with his hand while not allowing Dave to take the paper. Dave insisted he hand it over and took it back to his car, where he proceeded to write the man and his girlfriend a slew of tickets—no registration, no insurance (on either car), faulty equipment, improper lane change…I don’t even know what else.Free advice: Never threaten to take a cop’s badge, even if your brother really is a lawyer.What followed was a one-sided shouting match, with the man yelling mostly incomprehensibly while Dave calmly informed him that he was welcome to come to court and fight the tickets but if he didn’t either pay or show up to court that a warrant would be issued for his arrest. This sent him into a fury, which he decided to take out on the unwrecked end of his girlfriend’s car while she got out and tried to calm him down. Dave offered to handcuff him and lay him on the ground, to which the man offered his verbal opinion of that.Out came the handcuffs.In the end, I refused to tow either car, citing a conflict of interest. Dave said that normally he’d argue with me, but in this case he called dispatch for the next truck on rotation.I had to block the man’s number on my cell to stop him from harassing me. But not surprisingly I was never sued. Later I seen the car being driven by someone else. The damage had not been fixed, but the tires looked great.