I found four of these “Hot Rod Jargon” leaflets buried in a box at a flea. What drew me in was the art. Tom Medley. Dunno him. But a very cool drawing of a dude on a motorized contraption. Then I see Capitol Records. I know them. Hip-Daddy-Cat dragster lingo on one side, Beach Boys / Dick Dale pimping hot rod records on the other. Single sheet, folded into fourths. No price. No comps. No clue. So I do what we all do when we’re flying blind—I buy them all and, a few years later, throw one online.
It sells immediately.
I list a second priced a little higher, JFF (just for fun). Gone so fast I think it’s the email notifying me of the first one sold. Also that first buyer is offering me $25 for the one that just sold for $30.
Blown Gassers, Nurds, Haulin’ Henrys & Rail-jobs!
Now I’m down to two. What are they worth!? There’s no record of sales. No listings. But here’s what I do know: It’s pure crossover gold—pop music marketing, drag racing, vintage ephemera, and that perfect why would anyone save this? thang going on.
So what do I price the last two at?
Dunno yet — but I sure am having fun figuring it out.
