In mid-August 2014, I was shopping online for a 1969 Pontiac Firebird and called a local British Columbia classic car dealer about a ’67 Firebird.
The person I talked to was Mike, the owner of the dealership. He informed me that he had an offer on the car and he would know by 10 a.m. the next morning if it was sold.
The next morning at 10 a.m. I called Mike to see if the car was sold. Someone other than Mike answered the phone ,so I asked to speak to Mike. When Mike came on the line I asked if the Firebird was available. To my surprise he said that it was, so I asked him to forward pictures of the car.
When I received the pictures I realized that it was not a ’67 but a ’69. At that point I also realized that this was not the car dealer I thought that I had called. I discovered that I had mistakenly dialed the number of a classic car dealer in Rockville, Maryland, in the U.S.A. instead of the one in Vancouver, Canada, and was talking to another sales person named Mike.
After we agreed on a price and I bought the car over the phone, I explained to Mike how I had mistakenly dialed the wrong number. Mike replied that he and the sales manager wondered how I knew about the car as they had just gotten the car in and had not advertised it yet.
It even had some very rare options for that year that I really wanted, including a special order color for that year.
I am still amazed how this happened, but makes me believe that there are such things as miracles.
— Merv Smith, Coldstream BC Canada