So, as many of you know I have been having some major problems with my VW Beetle. For those of you who don’t know, here’s a brief synopsis: It would start up just fine in the morning (most mornings), and it would drive just fine, but when I would get to my destination–say, I was stopping at the bank….the chances of it starting back up were about 50/50 on a good day. It has, over the last year, become a huge source of anxiety for me. After taking the car into the dealership multiple times and to various specialists, nobody could tell me what was wrong. It was just one of those things. So, last month before my birthday I bought a mini battery jumper, just in case–and I’ve gotten my money’s worth, believe me.
Well, for reasons that will be discussed in a later post, Issa began driving my car to work and I had been driving his until we could figure out what we could do about my car. We tried to trade it in a couple of weeks ago, but found we were impossibly upside down on it considering all that was wrong (we couldn’t trade it in or sell it without disclosing its mystery ailment). Finally we talked about it and decided that we have not owned the car very long and that there absolutely had to be something the dealership that sold it to us could do to recind the contract. We did relevant research into the law and determined that we had sufficent standing to negotiate them taking the car back….
So, Issa cleared his schedule for the weekend and we drove down to the dealership in San Diego. I asked to speak with the man in charge and and we sat down in his office. We took about 5-10 minutes to explain what the problem was, and without hesitation he said “Let’s get you out of that car.” We were gobsmacked. We had been prepared for the good cop, bad cop thing…and we didn’t even have to show them any of our paperwork.
Within 30 minutes we had picked out a new car and within another hour we had the numbers worked out. It was not only easy, it was therapeutic. We had been so stressed about the problems with the car that having someone help us rid ourselves of that burden was like a miracle. I think we both felt like crying.
So now, J Moe is rolling in a new-to-me 2008 graphite pearl Toyota Camry. I am so excited, the scurity of knowing that my car will start whenever I get in it is priceless. Perhaps I will post pictures later. For now, it has been a long weekend and I need a nap.
