Honesty is the best policy... except in car sales I guess.
It is rare to hear someone describe the seller of his or her used car as honest, and I don't plan on breaking that trend with the story of my used car buying experience. It all started with my search for an '89 BMW 325is. Not an '88 or a '90, an i or an e, or a 318. I wanted specifically an '89 325is. After spending 3 months scouring the Craigslist, Auto Trader, and all the BMW forums I finally found a white '89 325is in the local paper. I contacted the seller who had decided to advertise in the newspaper that was across the state. He also happened to be having 'computer problems', so he snail mailed me a couple pictures of the car. The car looked pretty clean, I asked some in-depth

If something sounds to good to be true.....it is!
I have never had good luck with cars..and seeing as i am a girl and know nothing about them i never knew how to fix them..finally one day i started dating a mechanic and thought my days of being stranded on the road were over... I saved up enough money to buy a nice little sporty car $2500 and had my boyfriend shop around with me... I found the cutest little sporty Plymouth Laser...it was silver and sexy and it looked like the kind of car for me.. I had my boyfriend check it out..took it for a test drive and check everything under the hood...This was it..he gave me the okay to buy it and was equally happy with my decision Well...the first day it ran like a dream, fast and furioius lol But b

"Do you want fries with that?"
The newspaper ad said $8500 for a brand new truck. My wife and I were young and had no kids and loved trucks. This would be great because we had a $200 junker. It was night, dark, and raining. The dealership was busy and the showroom full. When a salesman got to us it was late and we were tired. We explained that we wanted the advertised truck. We did not need to go out into the rain to see it or to drive it. He said it was red and had a full 8 foot bed. That was fine. Now just fill out the paper-work. Blah-blah-blah. The salesman got to the bottom of the contract and as he was ready to figure the added sales tax he asked a WIERD question. "Do you want a rear bumper with th

The Delta 88
It was 1980, we were newly married and we were in trouble. We didn't have a car and we didn't have any money but my new husband needed a way to get to his job and I needed a way to get to college. Fortunately a good friend lent us some money to help us buy an inexpensive used car. I mistakenly assumed that my husband would be able to pick out a car for us so I left the 'finding a car' issue with him. A few days later he proudly announced that he had found of a car and was going to pick it up on the following day. He said is was a classy Delta 88 and that he got a great deal on it. The next day our friend came over to wait with me while my husband went to get 'our new car'. I was very ex