I hate buying cars. You can’t buy them like you buy shoes where you pick a style, try it in your size and make the decision. It fits or it doesn’t fit. You like the look or you don’t.
Cars come in many varieties which are located in different stores over a wide area. Even within the same model, some have this feature and some have that feature.
Features are packaged so that I have to buy stuff I don’t want in order to get stuff I want. Reminds me of the cable company who made me buy a 20 channel package I didn’t watch in order to get the Hallmark channel. (Ok, despite my snarky blog, I am a softy at heart. I love the shows where no one dies, there is no blood and there IS a happy ending. Yes, I also love Jessica Fletcher!)
There is not a car available today that has the features I want in the color I want. We are not even talking money yet. Just the options.
I found what I thought was the perfect car with the right options but they only make it in three colors, none are on my preferred list. Why would they limit it to three colors? What’s that about?
Different terms mean different things to different manufacturers. Argh!
Then let’s talk about the people who sell cars. They sound like the teacher in the Snoopy cartoons “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.” In the end all I have are visions of new cars dancing in my head and I can’t remember which one had remote start and which one had power hatch lift. (Note to self: Create a spreadsheet!)
Car salespeople are creepy too. One salesman I had looked similar to a Crips member. His pants fit and he had a nice shirt with a jacket on but he didn’t look comfortable in it. I was expecting him to change into pants that came to his knees and a backwards oversized ball cap at any minute.
Once you walk inside a car dealership, you are kept captive. (Be sure to eat before you go because it can be a long time before you can break free. Run Forest run!)
It can take 20 minutes to answer a question. It took ten minutes to return my key after an estimator gave it the once over for trade-in value.
I spent a total of five hours between two different dealerships looking at three different models. I can tell you I don’t spend that much time on my shoes or my hair products. Most of it was waiting around with no decision in sight.
It’s easier when you are younger. You buy the bare necessities at the cheapest cost because that’s all you can afford.
Once you get to a stage where your tush has lost some of its softness (or firmness depending on your perspective) and you need comfort and convenience, it gets complicated. That’s just about the time your mind doesn’t want to focus on car parts anymore.
My longing for a sports car is over. I don’t care about spoilers and such. No need for super-duper sound equipment.
As for the cost, isn’t there an app for that? They must have formulas. Their cost plus a factor equals the sale price. Why do we go back and forth and do a dance? (I kept wanting to break out in song at this point….do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight……)
Should I look poor so I get a better break? (That’s hard to do when you are getting optional packages.) Do you walk out after the first price?
I only buy cars once every decade or so. I don’t know the right protocol. Is there a class I can take?
I need a personal shopper who will go out and find what I want. I will test drive three cars and pick the winner. Easy peasy.