Shopping for vehicles these days is… weird. It makes you feel that the end of our civilization must be closing in on us. Or, y’know, the end of our absurd economy anyhow.
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Shopping for vehicles these days is… weird. It makes you feel that the end of our civilization must be closing in on us. Or, y’know, the end of our absurd economy anyhow.
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I was looking at new trucks recently and think I’ll try to make mine last another 17 years.
… the End of our absurd economy? i’d say this sort of sh*-uff is either the beginning or right smack dab in the middle of it.
i was actually having a discussion about this sort of nonsense over the last weekend with somebody. we were lamenting that the days of when we could do our own auto repair and maintenance were long behind us thanks to all the stupid idjitry auto makers decided we “needed”. i remember when a person could get a motor up and running by using a rasp on the points or putting some good gas into the carburetor. when you didn’t need a shop full of computer gadgets just to change your oil with out messing up the “onboard computer”.
i miss being able to just Roll down a window instead of this horse fertilizer of having the Motor in the dratted thing die leaving the window half up n half down.
these days, i couldn’t even Tell you where half the parts should be in the cars we have thanks to the “engineers” deciding they needed to tweak how the once roomy, easy to work on, engines were laid out.
yes, it’s a sore point with me. i took auto in high school only to have what little sensible stuff i got out of it thrown down the loo.
on the “plus” side, at least now it’s not just the Women who supposedly can’t fix their own cars… now Nobody can.
I refuse to buy a vehicle I would ‘have to pull the engine to change the sparkplugs’ (some are made like that). In the mid 2000’s we looked at new vehicles and I was the one INSISTING that they OPEN THE HOOD FIRST. Why? I wanted to see if I could even change the filters, top the oil and change it and change the sparkplugs myself or not. Some vehicles I looked and reached around and walked away from. Then when I DID finally choose something, I took it on the test drive to an empty parking lot and tried to park it. Back up in it. Turn it tight. Could I see out of it decently and could I see enough to park it? That poor salesman. He learned a LOT that day from an old school WOMAN. He started to sell to my husband who pointed to me. I had to be happy or we weren’t buying. We ended up not buying that day. My collection of driveable vehicles is from the late 70’s to the mid 90’s and I have a few ‘code readers’ I bought for the later ones, I don’t like it when the repair in my Hanes says start replacing sensors from here to here until it works–wonder why parts stores have a zero return if they even THINK you put the part on the car?
*Note to self… don’t get on FFY’s bad side … she’ll kick my ass*
I’m trying to close on a house. I’m praying my 2009 Impala lasts at least another three years.
things change, GRANDPA!
Change is not always good…
My car has the PF package.
Paid for.
Driving it until it explodes.
The “PF package.” I love it.
Back in 2005 I’d go lot-hopping after work (sometimes had the husband or son along with me, but they just stood back & let me shop) with a list of what I was looking for in a truck: nominal half-ton minimum, at least 5 years old, manual EVERYTHING, extended cab, back window opens (but still has room for rifle rack) 4×4 preferred but not a deal-breaker, decent shape for the miles, and “Don’t talk to me about payments, just the total price.” Sales reps would nod & ask, “Nice, getting it for your son/husband?” I’d reply No, it was for me. They’d look at me (after work, still in skirt & heels, yada yada) and a couple actually said, “Ma’am, what would YOU do with a truck like that?” I’d respond with, “It will be a daily driver, that I can also take camping & hunting.” The looks I’d get at that…. “YOU hunt???” (Insert the sound of my family sniggering in the background here)
When I did finally buy my truck, it was with a dealer that actually took me seriously as the buyer/driver of said truck.
I am need of a new truck. Mine is 22 years old but it is killing me that it’s almost impossible to find one with a manually tranny. It had a very hard time finding the one I got 22 years ago and it’s even harder today. I felt like this when they took my bell bottom jeans away from me too.
Go to Europe. It’s hard to find car with automatic there.
Remember the Ford Thunderbird? It started out as a two-seat sports car!!!