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The fallout from “Cash for Clunkers”

Cash for clunkers has been over for a while now, and the MSM (main stream media) probably thinks the story is over. But I went out to dinner with some friends last night. One of the gentlemen is in the car sales industry and the impact from the program is still carving a giant ditch through his life.

“Tony, if I wanted to purchase a car, how much buying power would I have right now?” I asked

“Dude, it is dead Jared. For a while there, it was amazing, but now, there are no f*cking sales what-so-ever.” hands waving, pointing to me with his thumb while he spoke.

Now, it is already my opinion that Cash for Clunkers is a Titanic of a failure. That it will eventually to be seen for doing more bad than good. But I wanted to see what Tony’s opinion is so I asked. ”The government has been touting the Cash for Clunkers program as a massive success.”

“Maybe for a month or two” he reasoned. “But now, it is even worse than before” stated with a matter-o-fact sincerity. “Despite the mess, I would have to say that I am the lucky one.”

Curious to see how he could possibly consider himself lucky, I asked “How do you figure that?”

“Well, at least I have the opportunity to sell new cars. Its worse for these mom and pop used car places, they have been going under like crazy.” He could tell by my face that I was still not following his logic.

“Jared, we scrapped all their potential inventory with Cash for Clunkers” he reached for his beer, pulled it to his mouth and swallowed the last of the liquid that the glass contained. Then looking at me, he continued. “I have a buddy who is telling me they can’t find any used cars in their price range that have even the smallest margin to make a profit. The only ones they can find are pieces of garbage. And without inventory, they are folding.” slamming his empty pint glass on the table.

Finally connecting the dots and letting his point sink in for a moment, I revealed my beliefs.

“Well Tony, I can honestly say I am not surprised.”

It was his turn to be curious. “And why is that?”

“Lets use an example.” I begin. “Say you take five months, August, September, October, November, December, and January” Interested, Tony leaned forward and so I continued “And say that every month, on average, you sell 10,000 vehicles. How many vehicles total are we talking about?”

“Ok” he said thinking. “Well 5 months x 10,000 vehicles a month is 50,000 vehicles”

“Right!” I say in a congratulatory inflection. “The market is dictating the need for new vehicles, and it is saying that in those 5 months, it only needs 50,000 vehicles sold”

“Now, lets pretend that all of the sudden, cars for the months of August and September are HALF OFF! The market still only needs to sell 50,000 vehicles, so how many cars do you think would sell in those two months?” I questioned.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you sold all 50,000 in those two months alone” he surmised.

“Then how many would you sell for the months of October, November, December, and January?”

Raising his eyebrow, he spoke with some disdain “Not that many”

“Yeah” I said with a sour face and staunch agreement. “Not that many. And the danger is that we don’t know how many cars the Government pulled from future sales to sell during the Cash for Clunkers program. Was it 5 months? Was it 10 months? We just don’t know.”

“Then it makes sense why all these car places are going under” Tony’s voice was growing pretty hollow at this point. He looked down into his empty glass for what seemed like a long while. Then, Tony turned to look up at me and said

“I just am trying to make it through winter”

And I could see that underneath the warmth of the intoxicating Stout he had just drank, there was real fear. Real pressure. So looking him directly in the eyes, I smiled encouragingly and said

“Aren’t we all man, aren’t we all” and ordered another round.

Bernanke is a joke

This whole financial disaster is just a crock! Hop in the way back machine and travel with me to an age of kool-aid and greed.

Back in 05′ I was just a wee grass hopper, only twenty four years of age. And the world was a hustling and a bustling. Everywhere, people were going a million miles a minute, especially in Bend Oregon.

If you were to ask the people around you what they were running around so much for, the would have answered, “Well, I’m building wealth of course”. And as I have mentioned before on this blog, everyone was chiming the same freaking lines. The most basic of which was “BUY REAL ESTATE”.

“But why?” I would ask.

“Kid, haven’t you heard? Real estate only goes up.” they would all say.

So what does a guy like me do? I research the crap out of the housing market, which leads me to try and understand economics and markets in general (stock, emerging, etc). I realise that things “are not adding up” and soon conclude that we have a serious bubble on our hands. And it will not end well.

Also, I ended up warning my friends (or trying to). But did any of my friends listen to me? Nope. I even went so far as to write a program to scrape housing data from the county website to prove my stupid point. And what do most of my friends face today? Either foreclosures, short sales, or high mortgage payments.

And so I sit with my little munchkin in my arms and wonder. If little ol’ Jared could see what was happening, why couldn’t Ben Bernanke? And I’ll tell you why, because Ben Bernanke is a frickin joke.

The audacity of need

So on Tuesday morning, my buddy’s wife woke up and went about her morning routine. She walked their dog, took a shower, ate breakfast, along with all of life’s other basic duties and requirements. Then, she locked the front door of their rental home in downtown Bend,  hopped into their 2000 Honda Accord that was parked on the street, and headed off to work. As she pulled forward, she felt a slight “shimmy” from behind. Stopping and exiting her vehicle, she walked to the rear to investigate. Wondering what in the world was rolling around in her trunk. But after opening the ‘boot’ and Sherlock’ing the hell out of it, she found nothing wrong. Back in the driver’s seat, she slowly eased around a corner near their home and realized that the “shudder” was still present. This time, she got out of her car, and assiduously examined her Honda.  To her great surprise she saw that the rear tire on the driver’s side had mysteriously shed itself of all it’s tread during the night.

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For Closure

bend_oregon_foreclosure

I saw this sign over the weekend and it caught my eye, so I took a picture.  Losing your personal residence can be a very traumatic event. Especially to the adult who has labored and chored to provide not just a house, but a home for their family. Yet here, in this picture, a child (assumedly) has drawn a ‘heart’ and a ‘star’ to decorate the sign. And the more I thought about the event (foreclosure) and how a child perceives it, the more hope filled my vision as I looked upon the sign.

So I ask a simple question to anyone who wants to answer.

“What does foreclosure look like to a kid?”

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