DeathGrip
US Veteran
I've posted about this on a few threads now and guess it's time to quit hijacking threads.
I currently live on the west side of Broward County Fl. and have been in the area for about forty years. It used to be the sticks and now has become saturated and built out. Most of my friends have moved away.
After considering my needs and wants I decided I wanted to be near the central coast and started looking for a small place with a two car garage and a quarter acre lot or better. I don't want a lot of maintenance.
I decided at my age I need to be close to things and decided Port Saint Lucie was pretty close to what I need. Lots of fishing opportunities, lots of cruse nights and lots of other festivities I enjoy. They're building a new bridge a short distance form where I'm looking that will go over the river and to the beach. What they've done so far is really nice.
This post is getting long.
Last week I found a neet little place that looks like it will do and called. It turns out the realtor was also the owner. She was using it for investment and bought it right, remodeled it somewhat and rented it out. Now she wanted to sell and we talked about it.
My friend up there's daughter is also a realtor and I asked her to check it out for me. She took her dad over the other day and they both thought it was perfect for me and told me to come and see it.
Well, I've been shopping for a while and know what prices are and they're going up daily and selling fast. Some are even getting into bidding wars and selling for more than list.
I made an offer a couple of days ago as did a few others and managed to get her attention as I'm a cash buyer. She accepted it.
This is a long story but not nearly long as my day.
I cut out of here this morning to have a look for my self and showed up there and hour and a half later and waited for my friend and his daughter to get there. I walked around the yard and met the neighbors dog. A really fat female wiener dog. We got along well. I know my dogs are gonna give her the business but she's seen it all.
The house looks ok from the outside but the front needs some up grades and landscaping. Easy for me.
My friends show up and we went inside. Not bad. New and nice tile corner to corner and new kitchen. The renters weren't bad and the place is pretty clean, Not much to do inside. The garage is pretty nice and is deeper than most.
All and all pretty cool so I made a good faith deposit and ordered an inspection. We'll see.
This is where the story gets weird.
My friend is buying one about a mile away. So we went over to see his. Nice.
We look around for a while and decide we'll go get a lunch and after that I'll head on back my way. I jump in my truck and hit the key and, click. No crank. Son a gun! What's this?
Tried to jump it and, click. The battery is only two years old. Hmm.
Now I'm thinking I got trouble. It's Saturday, It's after two and I'm about an hour and a half plus away from home. I'm hungry.
I called for a tow and planned on a rent a car and another trip up there Monday to pick my truck up. This trip is gonna cost me $$$ !!!
My friends leave me to go see about a rental and I sit there for a few minutes enjoying the weather. Thinking.
I grabbed my hammer and reached under the truck and gave the started a whack. Nope. Tried it again and, Success.
I hauled but home.
Some times you're the bug. Sometimes you're the windshield. I was both in one day and my windshield has bugs all over it.
I currently live on the west side of Broward County Fl. and have been in the area for about forty years. It used to be the sticks and now has become saturated and built out. Most of my friends have moved away.
After considering my needs and wants I decided I wanted to be near the central coast and started looking for a small place with a two car garage and a quarter acre lot or better. I don't want a lot of maintenance.
I decided at my age I need to be close to things and decided Port Saint Lucie was pretty close to what I need. Lots of fishing opportunities, lots of cruse nights and lots of other festivities I enjoy. They're building a new bridge a short distance form where I'm looking that will go over the river and to the beach. What they've done so far is really nice.
This post is getting long.
Last week I found a neet little place that looks like it will do and called. It turns out the realtor was also the owner. She was using it for investment and bought it right, remodeled it somewhat and rented it out. Now she wanted to sell and we talked about it.
My friend up there's daughter is also a realtor and I asked her to check it out for me. She took her dad over the other day and they both thought it was perfect for me and told me to come and see it.
Well, I've been shopping for a while and know what prices are and they're going up daily and selling fast. Some are even getting into bidding wars and selling for more than list.
I made an offer a couple of days ago as did a few others and managed to get her attention as I'm a cash buyer. She accepted it.
This is a long story but not nearly long as my day.
I cut out of here this morning to have a look for my self and showed up there and hour and a half later and waited for my friend and his daughter to get there. I walked around the yard and met the neighbors dog. A really fat female wiener dog. We got along well. I know my dogs are gonna give her the business but she's seen it all.
The house looks ok from the outside but the front needs some up grades and landscaping. Easy for me.
My friends show up and we went inside. Not bad. New and nice tile corner to corner and new kitchen. The renters weren't bad and the place is pretty clean, Not much to do inside. The garage is pretty nice and is deeper than most.
All and all pretty cool so I made a good faith deposit and ordered an inspection. We'll see.
This is where the story gets weird.
My friend is buying one about a mile away. So we went over to see his. Nice.
We look around for a while and decide we'll go get a lunch and after that I'll head on back my way. I jump in my truck and hit the key and, click. No crank. Son a gun! What's this?
Tried to jump it and, click. The battery is only two years old. Hmm.
Now I'm thinking I got trouble. It's Saturday, It's after two and I'm about an hour and a half plus away from home. I'm hungry.
I called for a tow and planned on a rent a car and another trip up there Monday to pick my truck up. This trip is gonna cost me $$$ !!!
My friends leave me to go see about a rental and I sit there for a few minutes enjoying the weather. Thinking.
I grabbed my hammer and reached under the truck and gave the started a whack. Nope. Tried it again and, Success.
I hauled but home.
Some times you're the bug. Sometimes you're the windshield. I was both in one day and my windshield has bugs all over it.
