- Oct 30, 1999
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Bitter sweet purchase for me.
Despite not bringing in as much flow as I used to, I had to put my wife in something dependable.
Earlier last month, I had posted that the Ford Escort would spontaneously die as if the battery were completely dead. I had replaced the battery in that car, despite the fact that it tested good, because Wal-Mart was willing to replace it for free.
That battery died after a week.
I then pulled the alternator and had Auto Zone test it. They said it was good too, but I told them to core it and give me a new one. I installed the alternator and charged the battery back up.
That didn't fix things either as the car was dead again after a week.
I looked under the dash and found a number of burnt connectors and frayed wires. Mind you... this car has been notorious for electrical problems in the past with lights working on and off depending on the direction of the sweat rolling off of a camel's back. You would think it was British or something!!
I replaced a number of terminals, but the car died again... this time it was the last straw.
I was on the way to an awards ceremony for my wife's Council for Exceptional Children. The car died. I was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, tie and Florsheims and had to push the car backwards half a block into a gas station.
Morons would constantly pull up behind the car while I was pushing it as if they could not figure out that the guy with his hands on the hood was pushing the car TOWARDS THEM. I felt sorry for the people that I had to tell to please go around as they were either blind and could not see me or just stupid beyond what I could comprehend.
We took a cab back to the house where we switched cars from the Ford to the VW Rabbit and made it to the awards banquet only 15 minutes late.
The next day we went to the VW dealer. We ended up with a sales hole reminiscent of Gil, the used car salesman from the Simpsons.
Gil must have been close to getting fired for poor sales as we left the dealer with a Bora Variant, a Jetta Wagon for you CRRRRRRRR(roll these R's)RRRRAZY Americans, GLS w/ Luxury Package for under invoice, but above Edmunds (but I had Gil throw in a CD player) with little to no haggling. He was even willing to hunt down a car in the color combination we wanted and lent us a Jetta sedan and a free tank of gas until ours came in.
We promised that we would give Gil a good assesment on the dealer survey after he told us about his three children and out of work, pregnant wife and promised each of us a "Driver's Wanted" cap.
All and all, I am happy with the car. It's quick, agile, hauls a lot and I can afford it (almost).
Despite not bringing in as much flow as I used to, I had to put my wife in something dependable.
Earlier last month, I had posted that the Ford Escort would spontaneously die as if the battery were completely dead. I had replaced the battery in that car, despite the fact that it tested good, because Wal-Mart was willing to replace it for free.
That battery died after a week.
I then pulled the alternator and had Auto Zone test it. They said it was good too, but I told them to core it and give me a new one. I installed the alternator and charged the battery back up.
That didn't fix things either as the car was dead again after a week.
I looked under the dash and found a number of burnt connectors and frayed wires. Mind you... this car has been notorious for electrical problems in the past with lights working on and off depending on the direction of the sweat rolling off of a camel's back. You would think it was British or something!!
I replaced a number of terminals, but the car died again... this time it was the last straw.
I was on the way to an awards ceremony for my wife's Council for Exceptional Children. The car died. I was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, tie and Florsheims and had to push the car backwards half a block into a gas station.
Morons would constantly pull up behind the car while I was pushing it as if they could not figure out that the guy with his hands on the hood was pushing the car TOWARDS THEM. I felt sorry for the people that I had to tell to please go around as they were either blind and could not see me or just stupid beyond what I could comprehend.
We took a cab back to the house where we switched cars from the Ford to the VW Rabbit and made it to the awards banquet only 15 minutes late.
The next day we went to the VW dealer. We ended up with a sales hole reminiscent of Gil, the used car salesman from the Simpsons.
Gil must have been close to getting fired for poor sales as we left the dealer with a Bora Variant, a Jetta Wagon for you CRRRRRRRR(roll these R's)RRRRAZY Americans, GLS w/ Luxury Package for under invoice, but above Edmunds (but I had Gil throw in a CD player) with little to no haggling. He was even willing to hunt down a car in the color combination we wanted and lent us a Jetta sedan and a free tank of gas until ours came in.
We promised that we would give Gil a good assesment on the dealer survey after he told us about his three children and out of work, pregnant wife and promised each of us a "Driver's Wanted" cap.
All and all, I am happy with the car. It's quick, agile, hauls a lot and I can afford it (almost).
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