The victim in this story is me. It has taken months to tell because I don’t reveal my business; prefer to keep things private. Still, this is serious and if I can help just one…
After David passed away, the neighbors were so good to me (still look out for me) — I put this sign in the front yard:
The sign was gone when a neighbor approached me in the driveway. “Are you the one who…”
My head dropped, “Yes, I am.” I didn’t know him, yet Dan is friendly with Bob across the street and lives on our block. As we talked, it came out that I was going to sell my ’91 Olds and get a newer car.
“Maybe I can help you,” Dan offered, “I do a lot of work with the local car dealers.” He checked out my Olds, which is in great condition and has low mileage. Dan said he would like to buy it for his wife and agreed to the price.
Within a week Dan brought a ’08 Impala LS to the house. I was hesitant and he had to bring it back a second time. It looked new, had low mileage and once I drove it I loved the car.
Dan and his wife, Mary drove Jeni and me to the car lot. On the way, he slips in that the dealer will lower the price if I use my car as a trade-in, which will be given to him. He brought a paper to the house that Jen and I signed, which confirmed the agreement.
I told everyone at the car lot that I had lost my husband and was not myself, needed help to buy a car. On January 11, 2012 I signed papers, wrote checks and became the owner of this beautiful bronze Impala … for two days.
The Impala was in the middle of the driveway with the doors open when Bob strolled over. He was wearin’ a big grin, so happy for me. Until, he looked at the sticker inside the frame on the driver’s side.
“Do you know this car has been rebuilt?” his eyes flashed.
“Well, no,” I hesitated. “What does that mean?”
Bob was upset. “It means this car has been totaled and has a salvaged title. No one would touch this car if they knew.” He took a deep breath, “Didn’t the dealer tell you?”
My stomach turned, “No one said a word about the car being rebuilt.” I’m not a car person and had no idea this meant trouble.
“This is serious,” Bob flared. “A dealer must disclose that a vehicle has been rebuilt with a salvaged title.” He was very upset as he scuttled back across the street.
I drove the car a couple of times and found it had problems: the trunk wouldn’t open; the gas gauge didn’t work and more. Jen took me to the car lot to have it fixed. They gave it back 4 days later … with the same issues.
We took the bronze Impala back to the dealer and insisted they give me another car; one that is worth the $7, 400 I paid out. This is when the real problems began.
To be continued…
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full