Sure, I could be swallowing up every Chevy Cobalt on the market and slinging them out with high-interest loan programs to desperate borrowers, but I don't really want to do that or deal with the paperwork. Financing is hard work and I wouldn't take pride in what I did.
So, I look for nice luxury sedans, luxury SUVs, and popular sports cars (Miatas) to sell to primarily cash buyers. We're in a location that's off the beaten path but super cheap (and shared with another dealer) so that prices can stay low while having enough in profit to keep the lights on.
Unfortunately, some customers on eBay receive their with imperfections, sometimes caked in dirt from the shipper or with minor mechanical issues that I really wasn't aware of. Doesn't stop a couple of them from accusing me of ripping them off which in turn kind of makes it hard to sleep. I take that sh*t personally.
As a result, I stock up on this:

Sure, I sell vehicles as-is but if you value your reputation you fix whatever needs fixing until the customer is reasonably happy. It's hard to set expectations on complex mechanical instruments. Then I have a partner who likes to buy fancy s***, none of which we've made money on. A 2010 X5, 2008 Escalade, and now a Cayenne. The Cayenne is actually a decent buy but needs repairs. Maybe that will make up for the thousands lost on those two other transactions. Meanwhile, it's TYING UP CAPITAL and putting a squeeze on funds I was intending to use to buy a couple Miatas. With tax season around the corner I wanted to stock up on clean cars under $5000 that people can walk in and pay cash for. Meanwhile, we have a couple turds (that I was against buying!) tying up another 20 grand.
I keep the books. I handle sales. I come up with the strategy, but none of it matters if my partner KEEPS BRINGING BACK HIGH-END CRAP.
Had a hearty shouting match last night about work ethic, being conservative with capital resources, calculated risk vs gamb|ing, and sticking to long term strategy.
I've made something like 20 cents an hour this year and I'm about to quit. Maybe I should open a car wash instead.
Kill me now.
