Back when I was an auction rep, I bought an old yellow XE Falcon taxi for fifty bucks.
It was a rough old bus — 1984 XE Falcon, 4.1 six cylinder, column auto, LPG, vinyl trim… what we used to call the “Catholic pack.” But it drove alright and the air con was cold.
It was the first car up at the Saturday public auction.
The place was packed that morning — people hanging off the rafters, standing shoulder to shoulder. I happened to be running the auction that day.
So I kicked it off.
“First lot up ladies and gentlemen — no reserve!Not a bad old car… 1984 XE Falcon, 4.1 six cylinder, column auto, fitted with LPG, vinyl trim, air and steer. Air’s cold and it drives a good thing. No reserve — must be sold for whatever it makes.
Has somebody got an opening offer?Can I have a thousand dollars to kick it off? Is there a grand? Come on, somebody give me a thousand and we’ll go from there. The LPG system’s worth a grand alone!”
Now, that’s an old auctioneer’s trick — start the bidding high to plant the expectation in everyone’s head.
Still no bids.
,“Righto then… you’re the buyers — what do YOU want to pay for it?”
Then suddenly this bloke sitting in the front row stands up, throws two fingers in the air and yells:
“TWO THOUSAND!”
There were three spotters standing beside me in the auction box, and all of us were trying not to crack up laughing.
There was no way I was missing that opportunity.
With the biggest grin on my face, I smashed the gavel down.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!Two thousand dollars — congratulations sir, that’ll be YOUR car!”
He paid the deposit and took delivery.
And just like that, the fifty-dollar taxi turned into the best start to an auction day I ever had.