So it's about 10PM on a Saturday night, and I just watched my NSX-RR drive away to be loaded onto a transporter truck for shipping. But let's rewind a bit…
The new owner (Joe) called me earlier today and he can't find a transporter to get his car back to him, ASAP. OK, it's been a hard week working on my new biotech venture—like I know what the hell am doing in biotech! So I decide to head up to see friends in Oakland for the day. Fast-forward a couple hours, and Joe calls me that he has suddenly arranged "special" transportation heading up from LA to Silicon Valley, who will be here later today. Yikes. The car isn't even clean or ready for transport. I leave Oakland a bit earlier than planned, to go home and atleast wash the car. From Oakland, I tried calling all sorts of mobile detailers, but they aren't as common in Palo Alto as they are in South Florida. So, I'm going to wash the baby myself.
Not quite the same as running your hand over a Playboy bunnys' Nubian body, but the NSX has curves not found in any other car. Compound curves, lots of undulations and shape shifting, that I haven't seen on my old Ferraris, and definitely not my incoming Porsche. Hey, that RS is a great car, but it's just a car. The NSX is, well, something pretty special. I really enjoyed cleaning the car myself.
So about 9:30PM I get the call from the driver that he can't pull down my narrow Palo Alto street, and he's parked at the Home Depot about 10 min away, and can I bring the car to him. No issues. It's dark, cold, I fire up the R. Back it out of the driveway (slanted, of course) and start heading down the street.
Then … it hits me, this will be the last time I own this NSX. “What the effing hell have I done?” I can't believe I sold my NSX, for what, for money? OMG. Really, guys, that's exactly how I was feeling.
So I get to the Home Depot parking lot, dry off my eyes (LOL), and the truck driver drives me back to my house, drops me home. He jumps into the driver's seat, waves a quick goodbye, and he's off. I'm in the kitchen, and I can still hear the damn car driving down University Blvd.
Made me smile.
The only solace is that this was a completely painless transaction, entirely due to the most reasonable buyer I've ever dealt with. He does things, well, like the way I would do them if I was the buyer. We arrive at a number, shake hands over the phone, wire funds, and the rest of the conversation is about life/kids/fun. I'm pleased to know that Joe will be driving his kids around in this most unique car. I'm sure his family is "bored" of having red Enzos, and red F40s around, and that a B&W car will be something they've never had.