I can imagine the way that conversation would go. He'd give you his family history, tell you about the local mechanic who is well known as the best in Dublin who serviced it every 5,000 miles, tell you that his dad cleaned the leaves off it every night before wrapping it in an electric blanket, assure you that everything works and is in perfect nick. Then when you point out the rust and the broken wiper motor he will get defensive and ask what you expect from a 40 year old car and tell you he is not even sure he wants to sell it. If you do make him an offer he will have to check with his mam because she is not sure she wants to sell it either. If you do go ahead and do a deal he will make you go to his bank and take out the money in front of him so as he is sure it is not counterfeit. Then he will make you sign a receipt that says his amazingly perfect car is sold as seen. All Dubs are the same when they are selling a car - up their own arse and full of shit.
I got my daily racist rant out of the way early today. I can be happy for the rest of the day.