How not to buy a Car, Chapter 2

We received phone calls regularly, trying to get us to trade again!  Excuse me?  Once burned, twice shy!  We told them over and over that it would be a cold day in hell before ever stepping foot in the showroom again.   You gotta give then E for effort; they kept calling! 

In the meantime, we decided it was time to figure a way to take our car with us without one person driving it and the other driving the Motorhome.  We decide to rent a dolly from Uhaul.  The salesperson showed us several that he said would meet our needs.

I needed to make sure I could lift it up and put it on the motorhome ball.  The attendant lifted it up, without any problem, and moved it around.  I thought, “If he can do it, so can I.”  I couldn’t lift it off the ground!  My husband lifting it was not an option, and by this time, he had double-vision (we think a small stroke) and couldn’t or shouldn’t drive.

I happened to see an advertisement for a Demke Dolly located in Northern Arizona.  We were heading to a workamper job in South Dakota and really needed that Dolly!  Driving the car behind Shirl driving the Motorhome was a nightmare!  Fortunately, his double vision was horizontal.  We tried to hook it into the shaft, and it wasn’t fitting.  The guys were ready to give up.  I couldn’t allow Shirl to drive either vehicle!  It had to fit!  I would be nuts by the time we got to the job.  I suggested if the seller drilled another hole in the shaft, it might work.  He thought about it for a few minutes and decided to try it!  If it worked, he got a sale, and I kept my sanity! After breaking two drill bits, he got the hole in the shaft.  It worked like a charm.  We paid him full price, hooked up, and headed for South Dakota.

After our job in South Dakota, we returned to Arizona for the winter.  In a weak moment, we decided to trade up again.  Why not?  We would get a keyless entry, manual and a jack!  We looked at the used cars available and fell in love with a white Honda Fit with more bells and whistles than our Red Rover.  We checked carefully, and our Sir Fit, the White Knight, had all the things that were missing the first time and Cruise control!  The glove compartment had a manual, not the 8 x 5 sheets of paper they tried to pass on us the last time.   We agreed on a price and

not a penny out of our pockets.   AND we were to be in and out in two hours, or we would walk. 

Everything went as planned until we were ready to sign The Papers! The salesperson came back and said, “Sorry, I missed this on the quote; we need $780.00 more to close the deal”.  Since we were such a push over the last time, they thought we would roll over and play dead.

Not this time!  We said, “Sorry, we told you not a dime out of our pockets, so thank you very much for all your help, but we are going to pass.”  We walked out and drove home, laughing all the way. 

About 10 minutes later, the phone rang, and the salesperson said, “Come back, we will do it. 

So back we went, and said, “That is good, but remember you have to get this done in two hours of we will walk out.”   This time they did get it done. 

Just so you think that we were pretty smart consumers?  The kicker is on the way. 

Much later, we discovered how they were able to kick in the money! 

Wait for it!  You are gonna love this! 

We were towing the car on the Dolly on the way to a new job in California.  We stopped to do some shopping and checking the straps on the Dolly.  I noticed a screw in the rear tire of the car, and it was slack.  It just happened that we were next to a tire shop, and it was still open.  We took the car off the Dolly, and the guy informed us that ALL of the tires were not legal; they were worn so much.  He further informed us he shouldn’t patch it.  We promised him we would only drive far enough to get hew tires.  He agreed to plug it to stay inflated for a short time, but we paid to put it on the front, which would be on the Dolly.  It was done at $40.00.  And we were able to safely get to Seattle, WA.  We went to Discount Tire and bought 4 new tires at over $400.00.  

Unbeknownst to us, we had driven for nearly a year on bald tires! 

The dealership didn’t give a damn if we blew a tire wrapped around a tree or

worse!!  A sale was made, and we were screwed again.  I know what you are

thinking!  We should have checked. 

The mileage on the car at the time of the purchase was 13,000 miles.  Have you ever heard of tires wearing out that fast?

Do you think that we will EVER talk to the dealership again?  Nope!  We drive across Phoenix for service at another Honda garage.

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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