As I’ve said many, many, MANY times. I’m just a stupid kid at heart (and all the organs inside me, too). So when Kelly Marie and I wandered into Team Mickey’s Athletic Club in Downtown Disney, imagine how little I cared when we came upon the Ridemakerz “mini-shop” they had setup toward the back of the store.
Now, it’s not like I was surprised to see it there (I mean, I think the placement in a sports themed store is a bit of a stretch, but, I’m just a dude writing a blog…for free. What the shit do I know?). I had read about Ridemakerz awhile back setting up shop in Downtown Disney, so I “knew” it was there, somewhere.
The concept of Ridemakerz is kinda cool. You “build” your own car. “Trick” it out as you like. You can even make it remote controlled if you so desire. You pick your body style, tires, accessories, sounds, light…the whole nine yards. This thing is the Build-A-Bear for the 4 -10 boy set. Or girls (This blog is equal opportunity).
Walking around the setup, I really just barely had a passing interest in the whole thing. And after I gave the scene a once over, I continued to move along with my bad self. That is, until I walked by the salesdude. Normally, I’m immuned to sales people, just like everyone else on the planet. They’re annoying right? Don’t come to me, don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me. I’ll find you if I need you. Thank you very much.
This cat, though, had the nerve to strike up a conversation with me! About, of all things, comics. I mean, I don’t know how he figured out I was into comics. Besides the Cap’n America case on my phone, the Spider-man earring or the Iron Man T shirt I was wearing (yeayeayea. All Marvel Properties. And we all know how I feel about Marvel (sucks)). The salesdude cleverly surmised I was into superheroes. They must get some sort of mind reading training in Ridemakerz sales school.
I tried my best to get away from him, but he just kept on talking at me. First it was comics, then it was superhero movies, then he segued into the cars. Showing me the Batmobile and the Spiderman car. He continued pitching me how they’re made, how you can customize them however you want, blahblahblah. Whatever. I didn’t care too much. I mean, they didn’t even have “my” car body. That would be a 2007 – forward Mustang. Better yet. Shelby Cobra. Matte black.
As he continued his spiel, I looked over the displays. I did notice they had matte black Corvettes and Camaros (the Camaro being second only to the Mustang/Shelby on your friendly neighborhood jman’s dream car list). I admit, I did mull it over for a bit. Price, though. The price was killing me. The body of the car was 30 bucks. And if you wanted to remote controlize the car (and who wouldn’t?!?!?), that was another 30 bucks. That’s a lot. And that’s not even including the extras! Whether it’s a real car of a toy car, it’s the same experience. Sticker shock!
I was getting ready to walk away (for real this time) when Kelly Marie (finally) wandered over. I knew this was it. This would be how I got myself out of this mess. Once my voice of reason heard the price, she’d set me straight.
And that’s when the salesdude threw his trump.
“For today only the body and the remote controlizer are $50” I salesdude smiled at both of us.
Kelly Marie looked at me with a shrug. “Why don’t you get one?”
“What?!?!?” I looked at her with a mix of horror and uncertainty. Was this some sort of test?!?!? “I don’t know. It’s a lot for that.” I said looking over all the cars on the wall. Again. “Besides, they don’t even have a Mustan…” No sooner had those words left my lips when my eyes gazed upon the glory of this:
No matter. It’s still a lot of money. And as the great Kenny Loggins 1 says: You gotta know when to fold ‘em. Know when to hold ‘em. No when to walk away…
And walk away I did. I couldn’t make up my mind. We had time, besides. It was only the first day at the Walt Disney World Resort ®. If I finally decided I wanted the car, we could always go back and buy it.
- Come on! I know who really sings the song. It’s Garth Brooks. ↩