The morning after the Scion incident of '08 was Saturday. Bryan had to work but I decided to venture forth on my own to see if I could find some cars to look at together when he got home. The first place on my list was a dealership that had a car salesman that was actually recomended to me by a lady I work with. She and her husband had both bought their cars from him and would go back to him in a heartbeat. Very high praise for a car salesman.
When I got there I still had a chip on my shoulder from the night before and I think he picked up on that so I got handled with tender kid gloves the whole time. No pressure. I didn't even have to test drive anything (which was AWESOME b/c I hate driving new cars - I leave that to Bryan)(this fact alone makes me an unfit car shopper). He showed me 3 cars he thought would work: a camry, a PT Cruiser, and a Rav4. I was instantly crazy about the Rav. I might have even cracked a smile. But I was leary of the MPG. Our criteria was a good reliable car that gets excellent gas mileage. I didn't think the little SUV would cut it.
When I got home after visiting another dealer, I did some research on the Rav. It turns out is the highest rated SUV in it's class in fuel efficiency and it will go forever. AND the asking price was WAY under the Kelly Blue Book value. SCORE.
When Bryan got home we headed over and he loved it too. We found out that we could afford to get it and a pretty dang good 2 year warranty so we thanked them and decided to think it over until Monday morning. And get this - they were OK with that. They even held the car for us. WITHOUT A DEPOSIT.
This is the point in the story where we should have quit while we were ahead. We should have gone straight home, bought a bottle of wine, and pass out in front of Buff the Vampire Slayer re-runs. But no. We didn't do that. We drove by another dealership that was advertising this cute little 08 Dodge Caliber for a really good price. We stopped. We went in.
Of course the advertised car had no A/C which is a dealbreaker because we live in Oklahoma and the 08's with A/C were way out of our price range. So they showed us an 07 model that was supposed to be in our price range. When we got back from the test drive, we were told that the car was close to our price range if you think that $5000 OVER our price range is in our price range.
The owner of the dealership came over at this point and listened to our car sob story and our price and promised to be our best friend and find us just the right car. He had an 05 Cobalt brought out and we drove it. It was a fine little car (please note that no matter what I say from this point on - I have nothing against the Chevy Cobalt) but it wasn't really what we had in mind. But it wasn't bad and it boasted 32 MPG.
We went back inside after the drive to find out about the cost so we could compare. The asking price was totally doable. Then they started pushing a warranty. A huge mother fucking warranty. For 10 years/100,000 miles. Wow! We thought. That sounds like a great warranty and it was only thousands of dollars! What a steal!
After hearing all this business about the warranty, Bryan fell in love. I was still very hesitant. I knew nothing about the Chevy Cobalt and I wanted to at least think it over until Monday and call my brother (the family's resident car guru). When I mentioned calling my brother about it, the dealer commented on how he never advised people to call family members because they are always jealous of the person(s) getting the new car. Um. Our family is thrilled that we are getting a new car and if they are anything they are annoyed that it has taken us this long to find one.
I called anyway and my brother immediately pointed out the warranty was 20% of the cost of the car and we didn't need a warranty that size because the car still had 15,000 on the factory warranty. I agreed and tried to tell Bryan and the dealer that and he promptly came down $500 dollars on the price. Now Bryan really wanted to do it and I really wanted to flee.
They both could see that I was getting upset so Bryan and I went outside to talk about it. We were outside for about 2 minutes having our private conversation about whether or not we wanted to spend A LOT OF FREAKING MONEY on a car we were MEH about when the dealer came out and told us it was now even lower with cash back and the deal was off the table on Monday.
I burst into tears because I was totally freaked out and afraid that Bryan was going to hate me forever if I insisted on thinking it over until Monday. I screamed at him about how nice the other place was and we have a great vehicle already picked out, and blah, blah, blah. Then I grabbed my purse and got in the car. And sobbed. Bry went back inside to tell them we were leaving and came out and told me the deal was now EVEN LOWER. I didn't care. All I wanted was to go home and look up a consumer report on the Cobalt. So we left (I think B was starting to sense that I was uncomfortable).
We came home and thought about it (after I stopped crying) and realized that they were trying to sell us a warranty that was for 10 years/100,000 miles that we would only be able to use during the next 3 years because the car already had one for the next 15,000 miles and it already had OVER 50,000 miles. Good deal? Not so much.
We are getting the Rav.
It's name shall be 'Speedy #3'.

