God. I'm so pissed off. I should be happy right now. Despite having a car that overheats I did sell it for $200 more than I was asking for. There was high interest in it. I sold it to a couple people who seemed trustworthy. I mean the fact that one of them test drove it without me in the car -- I figured if he took off with it I would call police. They're mechanics who want to fix up the car and resell it. They talked a lot about their work and they brought a tow truck to take the car away. So when it came to the title I admitted to not knowing how it's handled. They took a look at the title, read it over and told me where to sign. I took the money, handed them the key and the title and we both walk away happy. Well now my father is saying I was suppose to rip a portion of the title off so I could register the sale. He never told me that!! He now suggests I call them up and ask for their info. I honestly don't want to do that because I had no reason not to trust them based on our interaction. Maybe it's stupid, but to turn around and demand for their name and address I feel is showing a major sense of distrust of them as people. The only reason I would have to be concerned is based on their race and I don't want to go there. I trust they will register the car in their name. I would think driving around with the car in someone else's name, wouldn't that cause them trouble? Plus they want to fix it up and resell it. Obviously they would want it in their name for that. I don't know. I just hate that I have to sit here and now worry these people will participate in some crime and I'll be held responsible. I should be happy. I shouldn't be sitting here thinking based on their race and tattoos could that mean I messed up despite them seeming trustworthy? I'm just so frustrated that my father didn't tell me this tablet of information. I mean obviously I could've called him up, but because these people seemed trustworthy I asked what needs to be done. Of course there's no way to know if they do register in their name so this is just something I have to forget about and pray that it don't come back to haunt me one day. Thanks dad for F'ing up so bad.