No, not this kind of steer (and yes, I know this is not technically a steer).
When you're a dealer, everyone and their cousin offers up seemingly great leads on where you need to go. A hidden hidey-hole. A new place opening up. A town with "loads of antique stores."
What they tend to not realize is that there are code words I'm itching to hear. That the place that appeals to a bargain shopper may not necessarily have vintage. And that 99% of the time they are DEAD WRONG.
Lately, in my funk, my radar has been busted and too often I've listened to them—and then went on day-long bum-steer-roadtrips only to end up with zilch. But a grrrrl with an accursed corporate job needs to make the most of weekends and get out there.
So, this time, I've got my fingers and toes crossed that this "steer" will be good. It came from a DEALER who had great junk. He's personally selling there, so I know at least one dealer will be worth the drive. And, there's 2 GREAT antique malls nearby that always cough up the goods. I'm gassing up the vehicle, the seats are perennially folded down, and I'm pointing the compass South. Come Friday night, an epic road trip begins!