At my age, I've probably been through about every kind of car dealer/salesman situation there is, but the oddest one, and the one I got the biggest kick out of, was probably in December, 1992. We had bought a new motorhome and I wanted a new car to tow behind it. I first thought I wanted a Saturn because the RV magazines said you could just put it in neutral and tow at any speed, any distance without damaging the transmission. However, I drove a Saturn and don't believe I had ever driven anything will a less comfortable seat. So I happened to be near a Ford dealer (incidentally one with the most obnoxious TV commercials in the Dallas area) and I stopped and told a salesman out on the lot that I'd just like to see the owner's manual from a new Escort. I very specifically told him I was not going to buy anything today; only want to see one of the manuals to see for myself what it said about towing.
So he said he'd have to get a manual out of the office and asked me why not take a new Escort for a test drive while he got an appraisal on the Isuzu pickup I'd be trading in someday. So I agreed to do that. I actually liked the Escort more than I thought I would, but when I got back and went in the office, that salesman (Ahmed) told me how much they wanted to trade. He did have the manual I wanted to see and I told him again that I wasn't buying anything today. Away he went, came back after awhile with a new proposal. I had found what I was interested in in the manual, gave it him, and asked for my keys. Away he goes again, only to come back with another proposal, but without my keys. So again I asked for my keys. After 3 or 4 times, when he took off to the sales manager's office, I walked right out in the middle of their big showroom that had lots of customers, or potential customers, and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "[BAHMED, WHERE ARE MY KEYS?[/B]D It was hilarious. People came running, and I mean actually running, from offices, including the sales manager with my keys in his hand.
Now in those days, my credit union had a guy who dealt with fleet sales managers and all we had to do was call, tell him exactly what we wanted and he'd find the best deal for us. So when I finally decided I wanted an Escort station wagon, I called him and when he called back, he said the best deal was that same Ford dealer. I told him I'd drive out of state before I'd do business with them (didn't even tell him why), and he said, "I know their TV commercials are obnoxious, and so are the salesmen, but you don't have any of that with the fleet sales manager, and we've never had a complaint with him, or with their service department." So I bought a new Escort there.:laughing: It was awhile later that I had a clutch problem (they said someone left some bolts out when they built the car) and they replaced the clutch under warranty, loaned me a car while mine was in the shop, and I couldn't have asked for any better service.:laughing:
Incidentally, it was a fine little car, still ran, handled, and looked almost new when my wife rolled it and totaled it with a little more than 121k on the odometer.