Monday, November 17, 2003

Dang. 

As you recall, Caro's little Ford Escort Golly went belly up back in September, an annoying situation made even more so because it was totally preventable, had I been doing my proper job as Car Care Woman and paid attention to some bad warning signs.

Oh well. So we started shopping around. Sadly, our tiny town of Lamar had a very limited selection of cars that Would Do. After about three weeks of fruitless shopping, we went to a bigger dealership in La Junta, an hour's drive away.

Unfortunately, this meant we couldn't take it over to our trusty mechanic Rick the Car Doctor (TM MikeSpeak) for the pre-nup exam. But the car had a great history (one owner), low mileage, and other bennies such as being also an Escort (Caro hate things to Change on her) but a *station wagon*!. And the price was very cheap, plus they were throwing in a 12 month repairs policy. So what could be bad, right?

Mm. About $1100 worth of stuff, actually. Some of which was not actually at the break down point, but would need doing in the next 6 months, so we thought, "OK, fine." 'Cause, you know, we had that Policy.

I bet you can see what's coming. We sent in a claim, and it was denied. In preparation for getting on the phone and getting all HUFFY with them, I got out the service plan to read for detail and meaning. And huh. Turns out the plan kicks in when one of the covered parts FAILS. Do some preventive maintenance? Good for you, chica...but no rebate check.

Hence the dang.
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