15 or 20 years ago I was driving in South Seattle and rolled up on a really, really ratty 69 Buick Skylark 4dr sedan. Bad colors, bad condition but sporting a real pair of mid-60s 15x6 American "crow's feet" mags on the front. At the light I asked if he wanted to sell, and he said he wanted to sell the car. I really didn't want the car, just the wheels. He was a motorcycle mechanic at the nearby Harley dealer and asked me to follow him there where we could talk. Made a deal to buy the wheels only, but I had to replace the rims so he could keep driving it. It was a good deal but Murphy's law was that generic stock GM steel wheels were everywhere until I actually needed a pair. I finally found a pair out in a friend's backyard that I cleaned up and made work for the swap.
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