Currently, there's a Ford dealership in town that after today, is pretty sick of seeing and hearing me. Yet, they are too scared to do anything but fulfill my requests.
This dealership is the one I got the 300C from. They sold the Mustang within a couple of days, for $15,900 (SUCKER!!) Ah well, good on them...they gave me the price I wanted for it, they made a couple of bucks, no harm, no foul...
riiiiiight...
This last Friday I was in Tempe competing in a collegiate business competition. About two hours before competition kicked off several friends and myself were eating at a brewhouse outdoors, being obnoxious-ass people, when my phone goes off, showing an unknown Prescott-area phone number. I answered, expecting the dealership. Instead, I got the new owner, who was asking about the Mustang's modifications.
My memory sucks, but I damn well know I did not give permission for the dealership to hand out my phone number. I make quick polite conversation, got off the phone. Monday I went into the dealership and ripped the used car salesmen apart. I was pissed, and rightfully so.
Today, during my lunch break, I went to get the car washed to rinse off the sand and crap that the last round of storms had coated on. Sitting in line, it's about 55-60 degrees out. Not thinking about anything until I hear the "Ding!" that signifies that the car wants attention. The temp gauge is tach'd out in the red. Oh, shit! I shut the engine down and let the engine come down. I make it through the wash, drive the car back to school, and call to the Dodge dealership, moving a once-over tech check appointment up. The whole drive I'm monitoring the temp gauge like a hawk.
Test results dropped a bombshell: The car was low on antifreeze by over a gallon. Pressure tests, fine. No leaks. And, oh by the way, your front strut bushings look worse than the bushings on your '83 Imperial. Now I'm furious.
A phone call to the manager at the Ford dealership got people moving. I'm getting a check tomorrow for what I paid Dodge to do today. They are also taking a look at the bushings. They swear they didn't give the guy my number, and that they called him and rather forcefully told him to not call me again, while giving me some bullshit about "he looked you up via CarFax"...etc I've never seen such incompetence at one location.
[c:/rant(off)]
This dealership is the one I got the 300C from. They sold the Mustang within a couple of days, for $15,900 (SUCKER!!) Ah well, good on them...they gave me the price I wanted for it, they made a couple of bucks, no harm, no foul...
riiiiiight...
This last Friday I was in Tempe competing in a collegiate business competition. About two hours before competition kicked off several friends and myself were eating at a brewhouse outdoors, being obnoxious-ass people, when my phone goes off, showing an unknown Prescott-area phone number. I answered, expecting the dealership. Instead, I got the new owner, who was asking about the Mustang's modifications.
My memory sucks, but I damn well know I did not give permission for the dealership to hand out my phone number. I make quick polite conversation, got off the phone. Monday I went into the dealership and ripped the used car salesmen apart. I was pissed, and rightfully so.
Today, during my lunch break, I went to get the car washed to rinse off the sand and crap that the last round of storms had coated on. Sitting in line, it's about 55-60 degrees out. Not thinking about anything until I hear the "Ding!" that signifies that the car wants attention. The temp gauge is tach'd out in the red. Oh, shit! I shut the engine down and let the engine come down. I make it through the wash, drive the car back to school, and call to the Dodge dealership, moving a once-over tech check appointment up. The whole drive I'm monitoring the temp gauge like a hawk.
Test results dropped a bombshell: The car was low on antifreeze by over a gallon. Pressure tests, fine. No leaks. And, oh by the way, your front strut bushings look worse than the bushings on your '83 Imperial. Now I'm furious.
A phone call to the manager at the Ford dealership got people moving. I'm getting a check tomorrow for what I paid Dodge to do today. They are also taking a look at the bushings. They swear they didn't give the guy my number, and that they called him and rather forcefully told him to not call me again, while giving me some bullshit about "he looked you up via CarFax"...etc I've never seen such incompetence at one location.
[c:/rant(off)]
Comment