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Moorby 6.20
Written by Tony Moorby, on 07-06-2011 03:07 PM

It’s now two years since I started writing for Used Car News and the time has passed as quickly as a thief in the night. As with most of these things, the genesis of this venture started out as something completely different – and a lot longer ago than two years.
The late Chuck Thomas, founder of this elegant publication used to work for another prestigious, industry-related, weekly, glossy magazine. My old boss, Mike Richardson, had been carping and puling at their owners and editors to give broader coverage to the used vehicle industry. As auction operators, we naturally felt that it played as important a part in America’s mobility as the new car business. They broad- mindedly agreed to limited coverage and amongst other responsibilities, Chuck was given the ‘used-car beat.’
As the guy in charge of our company’s public relations, it befell to me to embrace this new presence. I couldn’t stand him! He distrusted anything and anyone who remotely smelled of used cars. It seemed he didn’t believe a word we said and when we took the high moral road in leading support of the ‘Truth-in-Mileage Act’ he was even more agog. He doubted our stand, thinking like others that we had something to lose in dealing with genuine descriptions of cars. It’s a long story itself but we looked forward to being able to deal with new markets who normally wouldn’t have come near the auction business with a ten-foot, disinfected bargepole. People like new-car dealers – imagine that!
But Chuck reflected the epitome of the dogged reporter, trying I’m sure, to one day find a chink in our armor and take great delight in shooting us down. I had visions of him slaving at night in his miserable little darkened cubicle, sweat diverted by a green eye shade, tapping away at his aging Remington Selectric. His iconic blue button-down shirt would be open at the collar with his tie loosened to the middle of his chest, sleeves rolled up, his ever-present navy blue blazer thrown over the back of his chair, having no regard for its wrinkled state. Sartorial elegance was not on his radar screen. Every time I met him he was in his perennial khaki pants and penny loafers. He wasn’t handsome but had a chiseled sharp chin and shrewish eyes, fired by a seething curiosity for the truth. But he was half-way good-looking in a sloppy preppy sort of way.
Even worse – he was a left-wing Democrat! He could hurl invective at anyone who held opposing political views, including me! So over the years a relationship which started out as guarded, to say the least, became one of mutual respect, even admiration.
We sent our airplane to fetch him once to spend a prolonged visit with the company, having a free reign to speak to anyone in the organization to find out exactly how we ticked. We traveled together, discussing the industry and visiting three or four auctions and, scoffing at first at the ‘corporate excess’ of the company plane, even he had to acknowledge the efficiencies gained by its use.
He became enamored of the business and I became enamored of him. We became friends and although our politics never did mesh we enjoyed many an encounter over dinner, jousting for political points. Eventually he became brave or a capitalist or both and started this venture with little more than a wing and a prayer and some help from industry people who believed that the business deserved a voice of its own. He passed away far too young and at the zenith of his efforts to grow. Through the team he put around him plus his wife, Lynda, he has ensured another American story. I hope his spirit still lives in people who want to grow our country, as always based in the entrepreneurial efforts of indiviuals who believe they can make something new and different.
I called Lynda one week, complaining about a particular thing; she graciously invited me to dinner. At the end of the evening she said, “Why don’t you write an article about it?” That was the first. This is the fifty-second.
I’m proud to be associated with the team and am grateful to them for allowing me let off some steam every other week.

 
Moorby 5.19
Written by Tony Moorby, on 05-12-2011 11:32 AM

It seems we’ve covered a bit of everything lately: hatch, match and dispatch.
If you’re into the celebrity-watching thing, which I’m not, Mariah Carey just had twins to whom she appended odd-sounding names – I’m sure they’ll be very grateful in the future.
Prince William finally made a decent woman of Catherine Middleton, be-coming the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge in the process, along with various other titles. The fact that they lived together beforehand seems to have raised few eyebrows. The Royals have always been a philandering bunch, even before King Henry VIII. It’s common rumor that Prince William’s father, Prince Charles, had a foot in Camilla Parker-Bowles’ parlor for ages – before and after he met Lady Di!
Opinions are like backsides – everyone’s got one – and, being English, people seem quite ready to share their observations on things royal, ranging from abject disgust at the cost of their upkeep, the Royal Purse, as well as that of the wedding. It is purported to have cost $30 million to put on the show. That’s about a dollar for each man, woman and child in England. I think that’s a heck of a deal when you think that about 20 times that was generated in tourism alone. Even in a year without all the pomp and circumstance, the existence of the royal family generates an unmitigated fortune for Great Britain.
They don’t have too much to boast that’s great these days so clinging on to this, admittedly old-fashioned, set up like a dying man is a good deal all around. It’s what makes Brits different. And one has to admit that they know how to put on a show, to say nothing of the sense of pride that it brings to a country and its inhabitants.
That’s the match. Now to dispatch. Osama bin Laden has finally met whoever his maker is.
I’m not necessarily in favor of murder or torture, but if the world believes that this is the way we deal with these things, then so be it – relentless pursuit until the episode is closed. Standing 1,100 feet up in a tall building that’s burning beneath you with no means whatever of escape is about as close to torture as one can imagine, let alone the torture suffered by the families ever since.
Unfortunately, this will probably bring no closure to the voracious appetite for violence all around us these days. I’ve been very fortunate to have lived in one of the longest periods of peace in recent history, bought and paid for by my father (and mother) and grandfather who, although they survived both world wars, have harrowing tales to tell. The spectral pall and deprivation that hung over London after the war was a reminder of how valuable and hard-fought was the price of peace and people want to keep it that way. I hope my children and grandchildren can see more settled times than this. It would seem that simple tolerance would be a good start.
Recession can be a dangerous foment to political upheaval. The Irish “Problem” went away with wealth and well-being. Let’s hope there’s no regression. Hitler got his start over the bodies of a poor and down-trodden populace and the same with the growth of communism.
The old expression about idle hands being the devil’s workshop resonates here. We have to work hard to bring this country back to its pre-eminent place in world society.
It can and is being done in our own industry. Our products are as good and competitive as any these days. It would be nice to see the city of Detroit regain its luminescence and have its spirit lifted. A rising tide raises all boats, no matter what size they are.

 
Moorby 4.18
Written by Tony Moorby, on 04-18-2011 12:03 PM

“People want economy and will pay any price to get it.”
Lee Iacocca always had a quick little epithet for his current thinking. He wasn’t always on point – he once opined that, “Safety doesn’t sell.” Now you can’t sell anything without it. You won’t be able to buy a hammer at Home Depot soon.
He said that Chrysler wasn’t in the used car business – until it was pointed out that high residual values on late model vehicles enabled them to lease more new cars and trucks.
The irony of the first statement isn’t lost today. In fact, it’s absolutely true.
I have seen people in this last round of fuel price increases, once again, migrate to gas-sipping new cars, giving up their SUVs and pick-up trucks at a cost of thousands of dollars with no consideration to how many gallons of gas could have been funded by the forfeiture.
At the recent Conference of Automotive Remarketing in Las Vegas, four renowned auto economists all agreed that this current rise will be a short-lived spike and that prices would, once again, revert to a more pocketbook-friendly level.
While things largely depend on events in the Middle East, I’m not so sure that the actual cost of producing a barrel of oil has gone up much more than a few red cents. Exceptions are obvious in Libya as Ghadafi implodes the country’s single wealth producers, his own oil fields. But that oil, the light sweet crude that Europe, especially France, depends on to refine their precious diesel fuels, typically doesn’t head this way. I bet I’m not far wrong in suggesting that, once again, we’re lining the pockets of those gray eminences, the speculators and profiteers who contribute to no-one’s economy but their own.
So once again America is embroiled in a scenario where we have no real business at the cost to the tax payer of about $1 billion so far if you take armaments and personnel into account. See the first sentence!
Meanwhile, President Obama is starting to sound like George Bush, floundering around to make excuses for our armed presence. The politicos are saying this isn’t about oil, that it’s about saving innocent lives from a maniacal and despotic dictator turning in on his own people, having been propped up by the international community (also at vast cost) in the past. He also ‘cocked a snoot’ at the world over the Lockerbie bombing.
If the new gold standard of international diplomacy and politics, not economics, is to defend populations from the actions of their own leaders then there are probably five or six other cases in Africa alone that should have garnered our attention long before now. Millions of men, women and children have perished or suffered brutally at the hands of the leaders in Zimbabwe, the Congo, Sudan and countless others countries with no mention yet of North Korea. Or was there insufficient economic dependency to warrant more than a blink of an eye or a nod to a Swiss banker?
I don’t pretend to understand the intricate wiles that fuel international markets, and the tangled web that now constitutes world politics but I become offended when our leader tries to put some simple, thinly-veiled glaze over a situation to ameliorate a sliding political poll percentage.
This administration has been crass in the extreme in communicating effectively with the people who put them there. We deserve better, a lot better. The economy is in as much disarray as when they took power. No one understands where health care is or will be. And we’re spending money like a drunken sailor on a saber-rattling world-wide binge.
Let’s stop spending money on things that don’t improve our lot and squandering it on improving everyone else’s when we should be shoring up all those things that will ensure that our families will enjoy the freedoms that good fences provide in an economy that was bought and paid for – by us.
(The views expressed are those of the author.)

 
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