Using the gray market in old-time Phoenix


If you're not familiar with the term "gray market", it could be that you've never been involved with it. Or it could be that you're so involved with it that you don't even realize that it exists. And it's always been around, and always will be. Let's go back to Phoenix in 1989, when I was happy to be able to use the gray market!

OK, calm down here if you think that the "gray market" has anything to do with retirees in Sun City, that's not what it means. It's a comparison to the black market, which is the buying and selling of illegal stuff. The "gray" means that it's not really that horrible, it's just not quite as squeaky-clean as, say, buying something for full price at a store with a return policy.

Speaking for myself, I was happy to be involved in the gray market up through my late twenties. Times were tough for me, and if you buy things from, for example, the back of a van, with no guarantees, you can get a very good price. You can also get completely ripped off, so you gotta know what you're doing. And to be fair, the gray market can be fun, especially if you like bargains. After I turned thirty, and got a good-paying job, I stopped using the gray market, but some people go on using it no matter how rich they get.

My favorite example of something in the gray market is going to a mechanic who fixes your car at his house. When I moved from California to Phoenix in 1989, I happily went to a mechanic who had been recommended to me. I have no idea if he still fixes cars nowadays, or is still there, but I won't tell you where he was, because, really, fixing cars out of a neighborhood is a pretty sketchy thing to do. It was a, uh, "less than fashionable" neighborhood, so no one around there would complain about the sound of engines being revved up, or the occasional oil spill. Of course, this mechanic had no insurance, no workman's comp, nothing. He accepted only cash.

In my thirties, I put all of this behind me when I bought my first new car. It came with a warranty, and if anything broke it was fixed. I got into the habit of going to the dealership for everything, including oil changes. It cost a lot more money than the gray market, but I felt that I could afford it. I've never really been all that comfortable with people who need to look over their shoulder before they talk, that sort of thing. But of course there are people who just love this kind of stuff, and are willing to take big risks for the satisfaction they get out of it. I've always been to lazy to do that - I worked for a company that gave me a paycheck, and I gave part of that paycheck to companies that supplied me with goods and services.

But don't get me wrong, I still enjoy the gray market, but just on a much smaller scale. I go to garage sales, and I don't ask for a receipt, or wonder if they're going to pay taxes on their profits. A little bit of grey market stuff happens all of the time, even when you buy a lemonade from some kids on the corner. Do kids still do that?

Image at the top of this post: With my Mustang in 1989, Phoenix, Arizona. I was looking for a job, and was happy to get gray market service on my car!
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