Buy: Used Forklift

The engine coughed once, spat a puff of blue smoke, and then settled into a steady, rhythmic purr. Elias stepped onto the floorboard, feeling the vibration through his boots. He operated the levers—the forks rose with a smooth, hydraulic hiss, no stuttering, no weeping oil. He drove it in a tight circle, listening for the dreaded clicking of a bad transaxle. Silence, save for the hum of the engine.

The grease-stained banner outside "Big Al’s Industrial" flapped in the wind, promising Reliable Iron for Pennies. For Elias, who was three weeks into opening his own small-scale lumber yard, "pennies" was about all he had left. buy used forklift

"No catch," Al shrugged. "The warehouse it came from upgraded to electric. They wanted it gone yesterday. I’m just the middleman looking for a quick flip." The engine coughed once, spat a puff of

"What’s the catch?" Elias asked, wiping a smudge of grime off the hour meter. It showed 6,000 hours—high, but not terminal for a Hyster. He drove it in a tight circle, listening

"She’s a 2012 Hyster," Big Al said, slapping the yellow flank of a machine that looked like it had survived a demolition derby. "Propane. Mast is straight. Tires have plenty of meat left. Just a bit of character on the paint."

"I’ll take it," Elias said, "if you throw in a full propane tank and a set of new forks."