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Post by oldcajun123 on Dec 26, 2020 10:09:00 GMT -5
on TV car manufactures show families driving new cars, employees saying Pay what we pay. WHAT YOU BEEN SCREWING US ALL THE TIME. It really jacks me off, we rescue them, save their jobs, pensions and they have the gall to tell us they have been screwing us all along. Enough already, I had spit it out, I’m good, gonna smoke a nice cigar in a while, had to spit the hocker out.  |
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Post by trailboss on Dec 26, 2020 10:16:50 GMT -5
If figure that they inflate the car 6k before they give you the 6k discount.
I bought a car from an auto broker as opposed to a dealership.
It is amazing how many hidden fees accumulate with all of the dealership documents. With a broker, it was one sheet.
I am done with dealerships, they hose you during and after the sale.
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Post by toshtego on Dec 26, 2020 10:33:18 GMT -5
The same old story about car dealers. They have their own way of operating.
I recall in Los Angeles in the 1980s, a Toyota dealer would not talk to me. Ditto Nissan. I earned plenty at the time and could afford their products. No salesman would venture forward. It was as though I carried a plague. Then, I discovered what the problem was. I was smoking a pipe. Pipe smokers are notorious for being difficult customers in the car trade. Stubborn, inflexible. No one wanted to deal with a hard nut like this one.
Along with the wife, we headed over to the Jaguar dealer. Rolls Royce, Jaguar, Range Rover. The sales staff considered themselves English Squires or some such and were undeterred by my cloud of Rattray's "Accountant's Mixture" . One fellow took it as a positive indication. We were able to negotiate a decent price on a used Jaguar XJ.. The last of the old body style which my wife loved. Loved that car and eventually gave it to my step-son.
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Post by puffy on Dec 26, 2020 11:45:59 GMT -5
on TV car manufactures show families driving new cars, employees saying Pay what we pay. WHAT YOU BEEN SCREWING US ALL THE TIME. It really jacks me off, we rescue them, save their jobs, pensions and they have the gall to tell us they have been screwing us all along. Enough already, I had spit it out, I’m good, gonna smoke a nice cigar in a while, had to spit the hocker out. The discount they say they give you is considered a loss and is used as a tax deduction. |
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Post by bigwoolie on Dec 26, 2020 11:55:32 GMT -5
The last time I bought from a dealership, they saw me coming a mile away. I was so naive, I must have had "sucker" printed in giant letters across my forhead. I drove a King Ranch F350 off the lot that day that I couldnt afford, that I had no business buying, and that they had no business selling to me.
All of the "deals" and rates I was offered that day somehow evaporated and disappeared from the papers that I actually signed. And I was too dumb to know it.
Ive never set foot back on a dealer lot again. I only buy from individuals now for cash money.
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Post by trailboss on Dec 26, 2020 12:28:28 GMT -5
The same old story about car dealers. They have their own way of operating. I recall in Los Angeles in the 1980s, a Toyota dealer would not talk to me. Ditto Nissan. I earned plenty at the time and could afford their products. No salesman would venture forward. It was as though I carried a plague. Then, I discovered what the problem was. I was smoking a pipe. Pipe smokers are notorious for being difficult customers in the car trade. Stubborn, inflexible. No one wanted to deal with a hard nut like this one. Along with the wife, we headed over to the Jaguar dealer. Rolls Royce, Jaguar, Range Rover. The sales staff considered themselves English Squires or some such and were undeterred by my cloud of Rattray's "Accountant's Mixture" . One fellow took it as a positive indication. We were able to negotiate a decent price on a used Jaguar XJ.. The last of the old body style which my wife loved. Loved that car and eventually gave it to my step-son. Back in the early eighties I went with a friend and his dad to look at a turbo Carerra in. Porsche dealership. His dad had on faded jeans and a ratty t-shirt. The snotty salesman pretty much let us know that our kind of people didn’t belong in the establishment. My buddy’s dad handed his business card to the manager in earshot of snot boy, and made a comment on their customer service, or lack thereof...He was the chief of Stanford University Medical center. We got into his old truck and drove off to a more respectable dealership. |
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Post by taiguy66 on Dec 26, 2020 15:51:57 GMT -5
Ha ha... great story Charlie! Thanks for sharing!👍😁
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