My dad worked in a bank when I was born, I guess waaaay back then they would also do collections, now of course that is all passed onto a company that handles that. He and a couple others would pick up cars, bang on doors for late payments for siding, new furnace, whatever. Dealing with lots of car dealers he was turning over cars though the mid sixties, I apparently fell in love with a 65 Corvair and cried and balled to no end as he traded it away for a 2 month old 68 Biscayne 2 door post, a cool car but it only had a 6cyl and no power nothing, that and a beetle we kept for a long time because he had promoted upward then left banking altogether. He always likes the dealing on a car back and forth walking out numerous times or walking out telling them to stick the car well you get the idea. I have always admired his ability to walk away from a deal just because the money side is not right, I cannot do that I get sucked in by the car the money becomes ahhh sure what the hell, and I have buyers remorse about halfway though signing my first name.