Hi, I’m Kelly and I’m new to these parts. A Citiot Comes to Columbia County is my ongoing post about making the switch from life in the city to country living.
Buying a Car From a True Country Gentleman
So once I figured out where I actually now live (read Citiot Part 2 for that story), I realized I had something else to sort out. After walking around the garden, I quickly saw that there was no subway within a reasonable distance. I was going to have to buy a car. Don’t get me wrong, I know how to drive a car. I even have a zipcar membership that I really must remember to cancel. But buying and owning a car? This is huge for a citiot. I was going to have to do some research, shop around, and haggle over prices.
So, the next day, I went to the first used car dealership I could find, picked out one of the three cars in the lot, drove it 500 feet up and down the road, and then proceeded to buy it for close to asking price. What could go wrong? Well shady dealings and shenanigans by the salesman, mailing of certified letters, invocations of lemon laws, and no small amount of money out of my pocket is what went wrong.
It was only once everything was resolved that it occurred to me that I was dealing with a Used Car Salesman. A real life one. Not just someone I referred to as one in an ironic manner. While riding the subway.