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Piping in with my car story.
My car was stolen from a dealership while it was being worked on.
I called 9-1-1 at the dealership if they could not produce the car at 5:30 and they were closing soon. The next morning I showed up with a local news station behind me filming. They asked me to ask the new station to leave the premises I said look into the camera and you ask them to leave the premises. Lol .
I was then asked to go see the owner of the very large dealership. I demanded that I have a rental car free of charge if I did not want to use my insurance. About a month goes by I still have my free rental car. I get a phone call from the police.
They have found my car. It was parked illegally downtown in front of the courthouse.. this was after 9/11.. So they ran the tags and found it was stolen.
They waited for the person to return to the car. The idiot was in court downtown ...parking my car illegally ...and he was in court for stealing another car!
I love idiot criminals.
I had fun with a dealership once. Dh had a 1960's Buick plow into the side of my 1980 valentine, and it went to Don Freemans Olds to be repaired. I had a rental car for about two weeks, and called to check on why it was taking so long and they hadn't started on it yet. Said they were waiting for the insurance appraiser, and the appraiser said he'd been there and sent the OK and what to repair and paint. DH wanted them to paint the whole car not just the passenger side and he wanted them to take off the Tornado off the trunk and we paid the difference.
So DH shows up one after noon and he wasn't in my car, and told me I might want to come see it. So we drive to Irving (which I hate rapid breathing heart racing PTSD hate) and the dealership has closed, but my car was out in the lot behind it and we walked back to it. Even before we got there I could see that the color was wrong. The closer I got you saw it didn't have the clearcoat and the paint was rough to the touch. So, next morning I call and talked with "Bill" the paint shop supervisor, and he asked me if I was sure it was the wrong color!!! and made an appointment for me and dh to come see it.
So we get there and it's now inside the bodyshop in a corner with low light, and it now had three inch wide trim down the sides. I looked my car over (dh could tell I wasn't happy with Bill, and told me later that he kept his mouth shut in case I'd turn on him LOL) pointed out a few things and that my car didn't not have three inch wide molding, but one inch chrome trim. He asked me if I was sure, and that he thought it looked nice.
So we left to go and speak with the general manger of the dealership and as we were driving off I saw my car sitting outside the door of the shop. I told dh that's my car and he said no your is in the shop, and I said nope thuse are my tags, and we drove up to it, I told dh to pop the trunk and you could see the dark charcoal gray that was the real color. So we go get the manger and I tell him that it's been painted the wrong color, and that I had a dark charcoal gray clear coated hardtop, not silver. He really couldn't say much except that it would be repainted and the rental care was on them. He asked if we could wait a month because they had a new state of the art paint shop that was about ready to open and my car would be the first one done in it. They did a really fantastic job, and asked insurance appraisers from several companies to see my car so they could get the business.
OH and Bill? When we were checking out and paying the difference in the paint job that afternoon, Bill comes in the office and tells me sorry about the misunderstanding. Dh said he saw my head jerk around and he was going uh uh honey. I told Bill there was no misunderstanding, it was just a piss poor job and showed the quality and integrity of his work and the dealership needed a new paint and body shop manger.
This what my Valentine looked like, It had burgundy leather interior, all power, about the only car I truly loved. Dh had a silver El Doraldo, and I called my Tornado a poor mans Cadillac. I also had Cragier mags. It matters to a man I guess. Dh also gave me a set of Michelin tires for Christmas one year. The men we knew were impressed, their wives told them there better not be a set of tires under the tree.
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