The pursuit of GAS nirvana means doing deals in some odd places sometimes - here's a few of my experiences:
- Met a bloke in a park in Uxbridge to swap my beaten-up CE 22 for his Fender Cunetto '56 Relic. What a deal! Although sadly the Relic is long gone...
- Met a bloke at night in a hotel car park to trade guitars, inspecting each other's wares under dim outdoor lights.
- Swapped a trem PRS Custom for a hard-tail one at Fleet Services on the M3. Then a few weeks later sold the hard-tail to a bloke in a lay-by on the A303. We did arrange to meet there, it wasn't a chance encounter!
- Bought a Gibbo R7 in a Nationwide building society branch - the staff looked on suspiciously as I inspected the guitar from top to bottom and then handed the bloke a big wedge of cash which he counted meticulously.
- Drove 1.5hrs to Bristol to meet a bloke who'd come down by train from somewhere north of Edinburgh to buy my Murphy LP; he handed over the cash and then went straight back again on the next train!
- Drove 200 miles to Ipswich and back late on a Sunday evening (had to wait till the kids were in bed) to buy a Fender Concert combo.
- Two deals done in Clapham Junction station car park, one of the purchases was a Marshall 2061CX 2x12 cab which I had to lug back to Salisbury on the train, not recommended for your back.
- And a few encounters at different Starbucks, hotels, train stations...
And I've never met an idiot on my travels, always decent blokes. But that's enough about me, let's hear your weirdest deal moments!
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met a guy on the fleet services bridge for a Gold strat, another on M5 Exeter Services for a Gibson.
Train stations car parks , McDonalds car parks all over.
Pub carparks.
Lost count of all the deals done.
just because you do, doesn't mean you should.
“Theory is something that is written down after the music has been made so we can explain it to others”– Levi Clay
I met Jules there when he bought my Gibbo DC faded.
Met someone else, whose name escapes me, at Victoria train station, where another Gibson changed hands, this one in my direction.
@Prudd at Liverpool St, where a rather tasty NSG became mine all mine. And a call was made to First Direct to transfer some monies.
Sold my old Columbus bass to a guy at London Bridge station.
And I met a dodgy Frenchman @ddlooping in a pub outside Chelmsford station to pick up a one box PA jobbie.
There have been various other car-park / service-station based meetings. More than I'd remembered until I started thinking about it!
None particularly "strange" though ...
You can't really blame him for the footswitch, it was probably hard enough getting the amp out of the evidence room.