Well, there it is. Six months after that intensely annoying day, I sent the last payment on the thing to Wallingford Auto Park, and just got the acknowledgement today: it’s mine.
I don’t much want it – it is still trying to kill me; I have a cassette tape adapter for my iPod, but the car likes to spit the tape out at random intervals – AND I had to get over $400 work put into it a couple of months ago – but it’s mine.
I tried to be more adult than is my wont and refrained from enclosing any comment with the final check – even though it took me three phone calls to just find out how much the last payment was supposed to be. (Every person I spoke to till the last one was puzzled by what exactly it was I wanted; apparently there is a service department. You wouldn’t know it from I was promised a call back, which (surprise!) never came. But I didn’t say a word. I do, however, really have to say here: Unless you’re planning on going high-end, there is absolutely no point to going to Wallingford Auto Park. Customer service is … there is no customer service. Shortly after I brought the thing home I realized that the solitary key they gave me doesn’t unlock the door or the trunk. I called the guy who sold me the thing about half a dozen times and wound up leaving voicemails on his cell and desk phones, and emailed him several times … when I finally spoke to him, he laughed and said he never checked his emails or voicemails (a remarkable attitude for a salesman, I thought), but he’d be happy to tell me exactly what I needed to do to get a new key made. In other words, for what I paid they couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger to get me one.
Finally, and to conclude, I hated the company, and felt incredibly ill-served by them. I’m very glad to have them out of my life. And I will never go back.
But I needed a car, and I have a car (free (!) and clear), and il va – he runs.
Knock on wood.