Dealer Stories :(

overtheedge said:
...The mechanic comes out with a dirty shop rag to wipe off the fenders..I said never mind dude, i'll take care of it. I just finished buffing out swirls, I don't need anymore.
I had that same situation myself, but a little bit more severe. I had my clutch hose replaced, along with the clutch bled, and the mechanic got a bunch of brake fluid on the paint. I saw it, and I pointed it out. So he grabs this nasty rag off of the bench and comes toward my car. I decided that I would rather use one of the MFs that I had in the glovebox to wipe it off and throw away. Luckily I had just applied 2 layers of EX-P on the car in the days before, so it was well protected. Nonetheless, I stripped the wax/sealant off and re-detailed that fender. The mechanics looked at me funny when I pulled out a microfiber cloth and refused the rag, but now they realize how I am about keeping my paint in near-perfect condition.
 
my dealer horror story:

I had a '63 Corvette conv back in the 80's that was a body-off restoration, just about everything that could be replaced was.

I took it into a Chevy dealer 'cause, at that time, no one else could (or was willing to) do a rear wheel alignment on the IRS. I asked to have the front & rear alignment done.

Service writer says I have to leave the car all day 'cause "it's old & they're going to have problems with rust, seized parts, etc... I told him it had just been restored & I'd wait.

The interior had just been done so I put a beach towel on the floor, a blanket over the seat, and a couple rags on the console.

When it was done the alignment guy wanted to test drive it & I said no, I trusted the quality of their work.

I paid-up, went out to the car & the interior looked like a herd of cats had been fighting. The towel on the floor was pushed out of the way, the blanket was laying across the passenger seat, the steering wheel had greasy/oily finger print residue everywhere & the towels I left on the console had not been touched.

I popped the hood & found one of the steel valve covers dented where a wrench hit it when the guy was loosening-up the upper control arm.

I went back to the service writer & bitched. HE told me there was no way of knowing if the valve cover was already dented. I pointed to the car, pointed to the engine, pointed UNDER THE CAR ..... you could eat off it anywhere & all I got was attitude.

I wrote a letter to the owner & never heard from them so I trashed them every chance I got at every meeting, every car show, every multi-club picnic and eventually the place was sold.

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new story but short.

Took my Accord in for a warranty transmission replacement during the summer & when I got it back it was pulling to the right. I checked the tire pressure and found the LF had over 50 psi (religiously kept at 32psi), at least that's as high as my gauge goes. I started bleeding air & the escaping air was hot .... damn hot.

I checked it later that night & brought it up to 32 & called the dealer the next day. Service writer said there was no reason for the tire pressure to be touched for a transmission R&R, I said "do you think I'm calling you just to hear your voice?" Got no satisfaction & I won't go back unless it's a "dealer only" type repair.

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last comment: a dozen donuts every now & then certainly helps get the job done quickly & done right (small shop close to where I work) and nobody groans when they see you coming.
 
cheapshot said:
"I responded with Serious enought that I have a cashiers check for $17,000.00 in my pocket do you want to take me on a tour or do you want me to leave with the the 17k."

Sounds like a good plan, but what if he says let's see it! lol :lol

Oh, now I would have actually had the check. If he'd said, "Are you kidding?", I would have taken out the check, held it in front of his nose so he could see all of the zeroes on it, and would have then replied, "Yes. Yes, I am kidding." Then I would have turned around and headed toward the door.

Oh what fun it is....
 
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