"There were some go-fasts, and one caught my eye: an older Cigarette 38 with barnacles and busted drives. It looked like crap. The prior, recently arrested owner obviously didn't spend a lot of money keeping it up. But it was a Cigarette. Before the bidding started, I got to pull the spark plugs, which weren't especially dirty, and I saw no oil seeping between the gaskets. The bidding started at an astonishing $400, and quickly shot up to $1,000. At $1,500, the bidding began to slow, and when the auctioneer said 'Going…going…' I lost it and screamed, '$2,000!' He paused. 'Anyone else? Do I hear $2,500 for this boat driven only to Mexico by a little old cocaine runner on Sundays?' Silence. 'Sold!' I wrote the check, borrowed a trailer, and brought it home. The engines started right up, and I spent $1,800 to fix the drives. It runs okay, not great. But I now own a Cigarette that cost me only two grand. Can't beat that. Better yet, I have a boat with an interesting past and a great story about how I bought it."