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Just wondering...
I was shopping for new motorbikes in Washington State over the weekend with a friend, since the MSRP on new bikes is so much lower south of the border. On the way back, we were heading through the typical rural (read: backwoods) towns of Washington and realized how late car dealers are opened in the US. Being a Canuck, I was delighted to see some cars not available in Canada, specifically, some GTO's and Mitsu Evolutions.
We came across this dealer - a totally surreal place - and decided to stop and take a look. The place boggled my mind. It was around 8pm and dark, so the place was pretty slow, yet there was a lineup of salesguys in front of the massive building in the center of the lot. The inventory was...eclectic, to say the least. It was all used, but ranging from XKR's, to new Vettes (even an '07 Z06), CLS55's, SRT4's, an orange Elise, Hummer's, Camaro's, Vipers, 300C's and SRT8's.....everything. But all used, and most with 'bling'. I figure most of the rides were either stolen or reposessed, and bought back at auction.
Anyway, I was drooling over some of the machines, and feigned an interest in one of the Evolutions, having never been in one. Took it for a spin, but it was kind of disappointing; it had over 50,000 miles on it, and probably not the most gentle of miles. Turbo was bagged, suspension was too hard, and the lag was pretty nasty. Got back, swapped for a black GTO (http://www.detroitautoworks.com/veh...Pontiac&modelGTO&inv=41&vin=6G2VX12GX4L190564), which showed more promise. Only 2500 miles on the odo (which may have been lying...why would an '04 GTO have so few?). My friend riding shotgun, salesdouche in the backseat. I take it easy off the lot, get onto a backroad, and realize the steering is FUBAR...car is hanging to the right like a 50-year old pornstar, and the rear suspension is clunking over speedbumps. I was determined not to let this spoil the ride, and get on the gas hard in 2nd. Engine was great; car jumped forward and my co-pilot started giggling uncontrollably. The light ahead was red, so I stopped, popped first, and got on the gas hard... the car stepped sideways, going uphill, and I felt the salesguy grab my headrest. Something felt strange though; suspension was shifting more than a live rear should. We got to an onramp to hwy 5, but one of Washington's finest state patrol was alongside us, so I couldn't goose it. The pull to the right on the highway was pretty bad; getting on the gas made it worse. Co-pilot finall made himself useful and pointed out the TCS button on the center console; a bit of fiddling, and it was off...making for a much more spirited offramp exit... and prompting a "keep the rear behind us, please" exclamation from Salesguy. I resisted for about a mile, but couldn't keep my foot off the floor. I turned into an empty parking lot behind the dealership at the direction of Salesguy, after overshooting the entrance (my mistake, I swear). With a nice, long island of parking-barrier-things down the center of the lot, I put the beast in 2nd, cranked the wheel right, and planted my foot. Tires came loose, the car rotated like it should, and we shed some excess weight off the rear rubber in a handfull of fairly well executed donuts. Salesdouch wasn't impressed...but then again, isn't his job to make sure I am?
I was shopping for new motorbikes in Washington State over the weekend with a friend, since the MSRP on new bikes is so much lower south of the border. On the way back, we were heading through the typical rural (read: backwoods) towns of Washington and realized how late car dealers are opened in the US. Being a Canuck, I was delighted to see some cars not available in Canada, specifically, some GTO's and Mitsu Evolutions.
We came across this dealer - a totally surreal place - and decided to stop and take a look. The place boggled my mind. It was around 8pm and dark, so the place was pretty slow, yet there was a lineup of salesguys in front of the massive building in the center of the lot. The inventory was...eclectic, to say the least. It was all used, but ranging from XKR's, to new Vettes (even an '07 Z06), CLS55's, SRT4's, an orange Elise, Hummer's, Camaro's, Vipers, 300C's and SRT8's.....everything. But all used, and most with 'bling'. I figure most of the rides were either stolen or reposessed, and bought back at auction.
Anyway, I was drooling over some of the machines, and feigned an interest in one of the Evolutions, having never been in one. Took it for a spin, but it was kind of disappointing; it had over 50,000 miles on it, and probably not the most gentle of miles. Turbo was bagged, suspension was too hard, and the lag was pretty nasty. Got back, swapped for a black GTO (http://www.detroitautoworks.com/veh...Pontiac&modelGTO&inv=41&vin=6G2VX12GX4L190564), which showed more promise. Only 2500 miles on the odo (which may have been lying...why would an '04 GTO have so few?). My friend riding shotgun, salesdouche in the backseat. I take it easy off the lot, get onto a backroad, and realize the steering is FUBAR...car is hanging to the right like a 50-year old pornstar, and the rear suspension is clunking over speedbumps. I was determined not to let this spoil the ride, and get on the gas hard in 2nd. Engine was great; car jumped forward and my co-pilot started giggling uncontrollably. The light ahead was red, so I stopped, popped first, and got on the gas hard... the car stepped sideways, going uphill, and I felt the salesguy grab my headrest. Something felt strange though; suspension was shifting more than a live rear should. We got to an onramp to hwy 5, but one of Washington's finest state patrol was alongside us, so I couldn't goose it. The pull to the right on the highway was pretty bad; getting on the gas made it worse. Co-pilot finall made himself useful and pointed out the TCS button on the center console; a bit of fiddling, and it was off...making for a much more spirited offramp exit... and prompting a "keep the rear behind us, please" exclamation from Salesguy. I resisted for about a mile, but couldn't keep my foot off the floor. I turned into an empty parking lot behind the dealership at the direction of Salesguy, after overshooting the entrance (my mistake, I swear). With a nice, long island of parking-barrier-things down the center of the lot, I put the beast in 2nd, cranked the wheel right, and planted my foot. Tires came loose, the car rotated like it should, and we shed some excess weight off the rear rubber in a handfull of fairly well executed donuts. Salesdouch wasn't impressed...but then again, isn't his job to make sure I am?
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He knew the cars history, and was probably charging way too much for it amirite?