I tend to buy cars with my heart—consulting my brain only after it’s too late.
As you can imagine, that attitude often ends in disaster. One personified by a lemon yellow Beetle that sat in my driveway for many years, chortling as it gobbled up every spare dime I had (and then some).
It was fast. It was pretty. And it had heated seats. Unfortunately, it also very rarely worked.
So rarely that a few years ago we slunk into a local dealership with our tails between our legs—begging them to take the damn thing off our hands.
And that? Is not a good attitude to have when preparing for battle with a car salesman.
In the end, they “reluctantly” agreed, selling us a Dodge Caliber to take its place—but only at an exorbitantly high price and interest rate.
In other words, we got ripped off. For the second time in a row.
Well, my friends, it’s time for another new car. Because that Dodge Caliber of mine? Sucks. It’s small. It’s slow. It makes every long-distance drive a tortuous experience. And it’s got to go.
Which means I have to enter the Hall of Doom known as the car dealership again.
But this time, I’m prepared. I’ve been doing my research. I even dedicated an hour of my life to reading this article by an undercover car salesman.
And best of all? I have no time limits on my search. As sucky as the Caliber is, it works. So I can shop my little heart out, buying only when the time is right.
That’s why my husband and I were able to turn our backs on the overly-jovial salesman that tried to trick us into a test drive.
And why we were able to make ourselves at home in another showroom, opening doors and slamming trunks before they had a chance to get their hooks into us.
It’s a whole new ballgame, and this time we’re going to win.
Anybody got any car buying tips for me?
*Photo courtesy of kenjonbro.