Yup, I pulled the trigger 3PM this afternoon. The guy was persistent and really wanted the '57. Went for a ride. He liked it. Money exchanged hands. He put a dealer plate on it and drove off into the sunset. I miss it already. Feeling a little depressed. That car was a part of my life for almost 12 yrs. Probably had a love/hate relationship with it, but overall I really liked it. Just didn't have the time to give it that it so deserves. Made a consciousness of choice decision and that's the way it is. I honesly can say that I do see another '57 in my future. This one will be already done. First, I have to make some adjustments in my life or I would be right back to square one again. As a little side note, he also wanted to buy my '56 gasser wagon-Mellow Yellow. Told him hell no. I have to pound the pavement with that baby first. Besides, I can't be left without a trifive. Afterall, what would life be? There you have it, Carmine.