Sunday, March 20, 2005

my window fell out

The window on my Volkswagen fell out Friday night. Yeah you read it right. I rolled it down about 2 inches (my passenger violated the airspace) and it fell the rest of the way down into the door. It's to be expected. I mean it is 2 years old and I only paid 30 grand for it so it's not like I should have expected the window to hang around much longer anyway. So this means I have to take it in to get it fixed. And this is where my blog turns into Scott's.

I hate car dealerships and automotive repair shops. There aren't a lot of guarantees in life but here's one. If you take your car in to get repaired or "looked at" or "serviced" by anyone other than a relative or Mother Teresa, you're going to get fucked. I guarantee it. You will either a.) pay for parts you didn't get or b.) pay for service that never happened or c.) literally pay someone to break some fucking thing that wasn't even broken in the first place. Why is this a guarantee? Because you don't know shit about cars. If you did you wouldn't be taking it to them to fix it. You don't know a CV joint from a PCV valve from a Valve Stem. You're an asshole and you have a car that's pretty nice so you can afford it. That's what they're thinking.

Sarah says I have trust issues with doctors. That's probably for another blog entry but if you could somehow graph mistrust by profession, Doctors wouldn't even show up on the graph for me if you include mechanics.

Anyway it was a really cold drive home Friday night. It couldn't have happened in the summertime, it had to happen at 2:30 am when I have a 4o mile drive ahead of me and it's minus 100 outside. I'm taking it in tomorrow to get fixed. They've already told me it's covered under an extended warrantee because it's a known issue. Rest assured though this trip to the dealership for "covered repairs" will not be free. I can't really tell you now what they're going to find wrong with my car but I will let you know tomorrow when Bubba from service calls to give me the damage report. It will be a forthcoming blog entry. I bet I need a new transmission. I bet that's what caused my window to disintegrate.

We'll see.

7 comments:

Shamus O'Drunkahan said...

The window didn't "fall out". That can't happen under the farfegnugen maintenance plan. You must have selected the vindow release handel.
Fuckengruuven.

Sarah said...

Hey remember when your side mirror fell off. I can't believe it fell off so soon after you bought the car. I mean you spent enough money. It should be able to bounce right back after being rammed into the side of the garage.

John said...

Hey Pretty Princess Sarah, remember when I told you to shut your piehole about the mirror. I meant it. Tomorrow I will probably be driving something nice from the rental agency if you want a ride. In the back seat. I can drive you home....... then I can take you to your house.

Johnny Virgil said...

If you go the hefty bag and duct tape route, don't forget to tape in a mcdonalds salad lid so you can see.

Erik with a K said...

And you think my wife should get a Crapswagen? I'm thinking that effing sweet Aveo bubble car is in our future, or maybe a tricked out Sonata...

Catching up said...

Don't get me started. I have decent self-control and am mostly non-confrontational -- but the guys at the Saturn dealership get very uncomfortable when I appear; I am NOT a happy camper and will not be buying another Saturn.....and I have made that VERY clear.

Kara0303 said...

Oh my god, I laughed so hard. I love your sense of humor...or sarcasm. Either way, it's hilarious. Sorry to hear about the window. hope it's fixed now. Try Acura next time. I love mine. Unfortunately, other cars love it, too, so much that they like to tap the ass...err...bump my back bumper. It happened 6 months after I got it. Argh!