About two weeks ago I saw this listing on my local Craigs List site. 1964 International Travelall $500. Body straight 304. It was located just 3 miles from my house. I immediately email the guy and ask him when I can come over and take a look at it. I asked him a couple of questions about the history of it as well. It took a couple of days before I got a response. All it said was "It's out on Olney, look at it whenever you want". That's it, no address, no "glad you like it", no nothing. So I took a drive down Olney and eventually found it. It was better than expected. The interior is in great shape. The body is in incredible shape. All the glass but the front wind shield is pristine. The gas tanks were sitting inside but looked like they had been dipped recently. While I was looking at it his wife pulls into the long driveway. She looked at me like I was some kind of weirdo. I smiled and crawled out from under the T-all and explained that the gentleman selling the vehicle said I could come by and look at it anytime. She looked at me very strange and said "umm, yeah my husbands a busy man, maybe I can get your number and have him call you". So I pull out an IHSTO business card (I keep em in the glovebox for those times I see IH iron around) and write my number on it. I went home and emailed him another time and said I was very impressed with it. I asked some more questions about the state of the motor, the drivetrain, etc. I asked him some questions about it's ability to drive and if it could be driven the 3 miles to my house. I also told him I would buy it. I waited three days without a phone call or an email. Finally I got his reply "needs to be trailered". That's it.. that's all. I am already thinking things are weird but now I am kind of peeved. I sent him an email right back and said I was gone for the weekend but would like to get together on monday to make the deal. I left for the weekend and on Monday when I got back I noticed nothing in my email or no phone messages. No I am kind of pissed. Either this guy doesn't want to sell it or is going through some kind of divorce or this thing is stolen. But either way I just don't get this behavior. I rip him off another email (It's the only contact I have for him) and told him to meet me at the travelall at 6:00 pm with the title and I still had some questions. About 5:30 pm he sends me another email that says "can't make it, maybe to morrow". So I fire off another right back and said ok, Tuesday 6:00 pm, bring the title. On tuesday I show up at the Travelall, money in hand, thinking about how crazy it is I am going to have to borrow the Roth's trailer in silverton just to pull a rig 3 miles. Time ticks by and soon it's nearly 7:00 pm. I get back in my car and start driving away when he finally shows up. Holy S*** I thought. This can't be true. He is here. So I hop out of the car and introduce myself. He looks at me like I am about the last person on the earth he wants to see. He got out of the car and says.. "Listen... I am sorry for giving you the run around but there is someone that is supposed to buy this already, the only reason I met with you is because he hasn't come yet". I was crushed but ready to latch on to the "yet" part. There is room here to close the deal. After all I am standing there with money in my hand right now, where is this other guy eh? So I start talking to him about his alternatives. I ask him about the title and if it's clean. He says the title is clean but he doesn't have it with him. He says that he has got to "retrieve it". Ok, no big deal. I trust the guy. So I say well can you get the title any time soon. He tells me "Well.. you see.. hmm.. the guy already paid for it" "But he hasn't picked it up yet. I wanted this thing gone, that's why I am asking a low price". As a joke that only I would get and appreciate I asked him. "It isn't a Roth is it? Ken Roth?" His looked at me sideways and said.. "Yeah, that's the guy. Ken Roth". I must have cackled for a mere second but it felt like that cackle cut the air like a knife. Maybe like the wicked witch of the west letting loose her army of monkeys. So whip out the white phone of justice and hit the internal address book to the Roth listings. I dial up Ken and when he answered the phone I tell him we are both shooting the same Turkey. In the end it turned out that Ken was happy I could take it. He bought it on the way to the last IHSTO meeting because it was a deal he couldn't pass up. But knowing he had enough IH iron to choke a combine he was happy to let me take it. Since I was going to need his trailer anyways to haul it I just scooted my butt down to his place and paid him, took his trailer and went on my way. The travelall is now sitting happily in my driveway with a big 'ol smile on it's face. But.... Now my wife has seen the incrediwonderous s100 (partly pink) sitting in Ken's driveway. The same s100 I said I wanted to buy the night before the last IHSTO meeting. The same s100 she vehemently said no to. The same s100 she fell in love with last night. I know that Mike isn't ready to part with that yet, but someday... "Muahahahahahah" The moral of the story is that your never going to beat Mike or Ken Roth to an IH deal, best you can do is tie. Thanks Mike and Ken.. I am forever greatfull!