A few days ago I wrote about my search for a new car and the negative experience I had with one local dealer, who Iâ€™m not naming, publicly. (All of you who have emailed directly to ask who it is, know that Iâ€™ll be glad to name them, privately.)
The lease is up on my current car next weekend so there is no time to waste. Last night, I wrote across todayâ€™s date on my desk calendar â€œFind a Carâ€, so this morning, off I went.
I love clothes but Iâ€™m very disciplined when I shop for them; Iâ€™m not much on expensive jewelryâ€¦on the rare occasions that I have a little extra money, Iâ€™d rather spend it on travel. But when it comes to carsâ€¦Iâ€™m such a Baby Boomer. Pre-children, I drove Camaroâ€™sâ€¦an SS 350, then a Z28. The need for speed must come from all the time I spent watching smoke rise off the line at Vargoâ€™s Dragway.
But I digress: After hours of tire kicking today, I settled on the the make and model of car I wanted, which in my middle-age has become what the industry describes as a â€œsport sedanâ€, designed so my middle-aged friends can get in and out of the back seat. The local dealer had two of them. Now comes the negotiation. One fit my budget perfectly. The other had more bells, whistles, and gadgets and was above my budget. Just as I was about to be sensible and take the first one, the salesperson says to me, â€œThis one (the more expensive one) has the complete technology package.
He went on, â€œAllentown just passed a cell phone ban and the system in this car will sync with your phone for totally hands-free operationâ€¦just touch a button on the steering wheel to answer the phone. You know the fines for violating the new cell phone ban start at $150. With all the time you spend in your car on the phone you could save a lot of money.â€
He had me at hello. It was all the excuse I needed. I pick the car up next week.
Thanks Allentown City Council.