Everyone wants to ride the Gravy Train. It’s going to a destination
everyone wants to go to. Fat City.
The train pulls out of the station with regularity, and everyone is
scrambling to get a ticket at the last minute. Others climb aboard
at other stations along the journey.
Why is it that you can never find these people while your building
the railway to Fat City? Laborers are as scarce as hen’s teeth.
By laborers I am referring to investors, lawyers, developers, what
have you. People that want to get onboard “after” the tracks are laid
on a good deal.
I’ve been busting my hump for months now putting a mobile home
park development together here in Canada. I have the land picked
out (an existing 125 acre park with approval for 500 additional
pads), a market for the homes (people actually want to buy them),
and a GOOD team of people.
When I’m explaining my plan, how it’s going to be developed, what
I’m charging for these homes and lot rents, I can see people’s eyes
glaze over, they start to salivate, and they talk 100 mph about how
they wanna help get it going.
But the minute you start talking money, the glaze leaves, the saliva
dries up, and “suddenly” you’re not hearing from them anymore. The
“only” people still glazed over and salivatiing are the lawyer, the
developer, and my buyer’s agent (they have fees coming ya know.)
But you know what? Who cares. Far as I’m concerned, this is going
to separate the John Wimps from the John Waynes.
I’m to the point now that I can weed out the weenies in about the
first 30 seconds of thier call (And I’ve had several calls from self-
proclaimed John Waynes.)
I don’t mean to sound angry, because I’m not. I’m just a little
disappointed is all.
Will that stop me from continuing on? When pigs fly. All it means to
“me” is that I may have to hear a few more “NO’s” till I get to the
“YES.” And “where” is it written that this is going to be easy anyway?
Ride the Gravy Train…Nah…I’m building the rail road.