I’m looking for a used Mercedes, and I thought I had found the one - a 1993 500SEL with 126K. The price was below market, but not so low that you’d think the car’s a lemon.
I called the guy and headed to his place (an hour away) to see the car. The car looks great - perfect interior, a few minor dents that can be fixed with a rubber mallet. The owner turns on the engine and calls my attention to the “only” problem with the car - a minor clicking sound as the engine turns over. He says its had that for a year, but it hasn’t affected performance.
I don’t take the car for a test drive - I want a mechanic to look over the car, and I’d prefer the mechanic be in the car when I tested it. So I arrange to meet the owner at a garage the next day.
When I get to the garage, the owner is already there. I go to find the mechanic (Nick) and ask him to put the car up on the rack. Nick says “the white Mercedes? I told him to pull it around, but it has no reverse! He couldn’t pull it around!” Nick tells me that it need a new transmission - a $4,000 job right off the bat - and tells me to offer the guy $500. I probably should have, but I was so pissed that I just sent the guy away.
Now, I’m a firm believer in caveat emptor when it comes to used cars. My father was a flat-out crook when it came to disposing of our half-destroyed autos. If I’m buying a used car, all I expect is the right to inspect the car, with a mechanic, before I buy it. If I or the mechanic doesn’t catch something, that’s my problem.
But fer chrissakes. Did the owner really believe I wouldn’t notice there was no fucking reverse gear!! I mean, I’d notice as soon as I tried to pull out of the parking spot to give the car a spin. There’s caveat emptor, and there’s just being a dick.
And even if he did, did he think that the mechanic wouldn’t catch it?! If I had been him, as soon as I said a mechanic would check it out, I would have either had a sudden emergency, or I would have confessed and dropped the price. But no, this dickweed makes me waste a morning going to the garage, instead. Pissant little twerp.
Sua