Last summer I was inexplicably stricken with the urge to buy a car. I’ve never owned a car in forty-whatever years on this earth (life-long NYC resident). But for some reason I felt like I should have one all of a sudden.
So I did some homeword. Consumer Reports, other sources, friends who owned various makes and models, about everything I could think of. I settled on a Toyota Echo as the car for me. Small (and thus easier to park), cheap, good mileage, good reliability. It was all very rational. I figured out which options I wanted (none except air-conditioning). I didn’t care what color the car came in.
Armed with CR’s excellent reports (which include the invoice price of the car), I went down to my local Toyota dealer.
What a nightmare. First, I discovered that dealers really, really don’t like to sell you a car without loads of options. It took nearly half an hour to convince the salesman that I did not want or need an automatic transmission. Then he started on the floor mats, which cost some ridiculous amount of money. I didn’t want them either. There was all kinds of crap. I can’t even remember what options he tried to convince me I needed.
So, OK, we get past that, and the salesman finally admits that yes, there is such a thing as a two-door Echo with manual transmission and without floor mats and special carpeting and what have you. Now we’re down to talking about price.
So he says “how much do you want to pay per month?” I respond that I’m going to pay cash for the car.
You would have thought I’d offered to service his mother sexually for a small fee. I could practically see the blood draining from his face. Ignorant as I am, I had not realized that dealers make pretty good money financing cars, and they don’t ever want anyone to pay cash, ever, under any circumstances.
He really wouldn’t take the cash. We went back and forth for a while on this, and I ended up just leaving. I could see no reason why I should be paying interest on a loan I didn’t want and didn’t need, so I just left.
The urge to purchase a car passed very quickly.
Funny thing – by the end of the week, the sales manager of the dealership called me up (I’d made the mistake of giving them my phone number) and said that OK, they’d sell me the car I wanted at the price I’d offered, for cash. I admit I got a bit of a sadistic kick out of telling him that I’d changed my mind and that I didn’t want a car anymore, mostly because of the hassles I’d gone through at his dealership.
So there’s my car-buying story.