So, my car is back in the shop. Three times in little over a week. Impressive, isn't it?
Yesterday, on my way back from lunch, I was sitting at a stop sign, clutch pushed in, waiting for a car to pass. The RPM's went into rocket launching mode, scaring the holy bejeezus out of me, and set me into a frantic attempt not to take a one way ticket to the moon.
Can't find nothing wrong with my car, my ass.
So, I managed to get back to the shop, and immediatly called the dealer ship (who have been 'handling' the problem). Of course, I'm in super bitch mode, but I somehow managed to say, "You fix my fucking car.Now," nicely. They told me to bring it back in, which I did. By this time, I'm just pissed, irritated, and flat out upset.
The mechanic took a ride with me, he drove, and nothing went wrong. However, I kept telling him, come to a complete stop, leave the clutch in like you're just waiting for a car to pass, and watch what it does.
He didn't. He also seemed to ignore me when I told him my fuel injected car is coughing and sputtering when I start it in the morning--something it never did when before I had it serviced the first time.
You know, I don't make this shit up. I need my car. I don't have a spare. Not to mention I still owe three grand on it. Why the hell would I pretend to have car trouble--which are the bane of my exisitance? I just want my car fixed. I want it to run. I want to be able to go to work, run my errands, pick my kid up from tennis lessons, and get home safely.
At this point, I'm not sure what to do. If they still can't find anything wrong with it, I have no idea what the hell to do next. There *is* something wrong with my car. I'm not sure if they're just unwilling to fix it because it's under warrenty--but they're a dealership--that's what they're suppose to do.
I'm half tempted to ask my dad to drive it for a few days if it comes back. I don't know if he would, but maybe he'd have better luck than me.
As for transportation, I've borrowed the 'blue beast'. What's that, you ask? Why a 1967 Ford F250--or something like that. At anyrate, it looks like shit (shows it's age), but I friggen love this truck! Seriously, it's awesome! I mean, it's how old and runs like a champ? No one has driven it in like a year and it just starts up, like it was used yesterday. It took me awhile to get used to the clutch again--it's hard to steer too (no power steering), but a car is a car is a car. Just keep the rubber side down and all is right with the world.
My only beef is gas. Guess how much I spent in gas to fill up both tanks today?
$87.00
WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gas prices piss me off. I read an interview with one of the oil tycoon people and he had this smirk on his face--I wanted to kick him in the head. Their stocks have gone through the roof, they're making money, and we're all suffering. We should just go on strike. All of us. Fuck you government. What's the point of working when all your money goes to gas? Can't pay bills, can't eat, can't spend--bye bye economy. Fix this problem! NOW!
Of course, we don't matter. As long as the pockets of some rich jackass are getting lined, why should Bush and his cronies care about the rest of us.
Not much I can do about it though. Writing letters and protesting never gets much done--not for stuff like this. I bet government offices have a big bin in the mail room designated for just dumping letters from pissed off Americans. Maybe they have a good laugh around the water cooler at the more elaborate and interesting ones. Nice to see our tax dollars to go work...
Posted by Zoso at September 13, 2005 08:41 AMI'm telling you, ask dad or J to take it into the shop instead.
I bet you anything if a guy takes it in they'll believe them.
Shitty yes, but I bet it works.
Posted by: sarah at September 13, 2005 12:22 PMYeah, I know. I should have done that this time around, but my knee jerk pissed offness hindered my rational thinking...
I haven't heard from them yet. I even wonder if they're really looking at it.
Posted by: Zoso at September 13, 2005 02:19 PMI was about to say exactly the same thing as Sarah. Mechanics always screw women around!
Posted by: DR at September 13, 2005 02:28 PMHee hee! You double posted! :P
(I'll fix it)
Yeah, I agree. Stupid mechanics...
Posted by: Zoso at September 13, 2005 02:37 PMSend J.
Or I will go. I can suggest to them that they be a little more like the Indy 500. ;o)
No more of this in and out business. One stop..20 second or less...No getting out of your car.
That is how all service should be....well...maybe not prostitutes...but that's a different blog topic.
Posted by: Sarah at September 13, 2005 03:44 PMLMAO! @ prostitutes
God, sis, you're hysterical. I needed a good laugh. Thanks! ;P
Posted by: Zoso at September 13, 2005 05:38 PMMy dad spent 20 years as the Service Director at the local Ford dealer, His job was to translate the stories and noises people made to describe the problem, into a work order for the mechanics.
He also ran the whole parts and service department. We're talking Fords here... repairs...that's a full-time job!
Anyway, he said that he would be happy to go for a ride in it with you so he can see what's going on, and then go to the dealer with you and tell them what he found.
I know it'd be kind of weird, but he has been in the industry his whole life, he might be able to help. It's kinda like his area of expertise. He knows cars inside and out.
Let me know!
Posted by: J at September 13, 2005 08:31 PMWow! Tell your dad thanks J! I might take him up on that offer. I'm still waiting to hear back from them. I'm pretty sure they'll tell me they don't know what's wrong with it. Someone else told me it sounded like a fuel system problem, not a transmition problem.
How's your dad feeling by the way?
Posted by: Zoso at September 13, 2005 09:12 PMBah! I just knew it would do that! I pressed the button and it half loaded before freezing, so I pressed it again. The weird thing was that it then told me the security number was wrong, so I typed the new one in and pressed Post once... and then it double posted. *bemused*
Your blog doesn't like me either!
Posted by: DR at September 14, 2005 01:57 AMYou know, everything should be 20 seconds. Like buying a car for instance. You could really get down to business when the sales person only had 20 seconds to capture your attention and convince you to purchase something. Or the news.... yeah, they'd have to focus less on those retarded little jokes they make inbetween stories, or those corny-fromhell segways between segments if they only had 20 minutes to deliver top stories.
How we will apply 20 second service to the postal industry though... that might take work.
Posted by: J at September 14, 2005 03:19 AM