Miata Mailing List: August 1999, Message #233

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I think they were glad to be rid of me.  I wish I'd read your post
before I went, though!  I would have LOVED to have pulled out a
Lunchable and a Coke or something! LOL

So, they gave me credit for not having a boot on the car.  Anyone got a
top boot that'll fit a 95 black/black/black?  I'll check the classifieds
tomorrow on miata.net.

Oh, yeah, and how did I read all about Miatas and taking care of them
and NOT know how incredibly hard it is to get that Maguire's paste wax
off????  OH, I am gonna be sore tomorrow, but she looks beautiful and it
gave me some great bonding time with my car.  It was like trying to rub
lipstick off a mirror!

I'm wooped, goodnite everyone!
Lisa and nameless 95 black/black/black R package in severe need of a
cheap boot!

-----Original Message-----
From: Keith Hearn [mailto:khearn@Legato.COM]
Sent: Monday, August 02, 1999 5:49 PM
To: Multiple recipients of list
Subject: Re: I'm about to wuss out!!! 


In message <F176A2907AACD111932B0000E84967C7107493@ISES_EXCHANGE>, Bill
Rockoff
 writes:
> 
> When I was buying my car new, the sales drone was trying to bone me for the
> pinstripes.  The friend that had driven me to the dealer asked me "At this
> point, is the couple hundred dollars THAT important to you?  Or are you
> ready to pay the extra money to be DONE with this already and just drive
> your car home?"  Good point......

That's what the dealer *wants* you to decide. The more they drag things
  out, the more people are willing to just pay to get it over with.
  How many dollars per hour is the time saved worth to you? That's a
  decision each person has to make for themself.

When I bought Sadie, I went through a broker-like service my credit
  union offers. But If I'd done the negotiate thing, I would have gone
  in with a water bottle, some snacks discretely tucked into a pack, 
  and nothing planned for several hours. Two can play that game, but 
  it really helps to be prepared in advance. In the middle of the
  negotiations, pull out a snack bar and start eating. Leave crumbs all
  over the desk/floor. Belch. Scratch yourself. I'd draw the line at 
  spitting tobacco juice on the floor, but that's partly because 
  that would require chewing the tobacco. :-P 

Make *them* want to get it over with. :)

  Keith Hearn
  '99 10AE "Sexy Sadie" the Sapphire Shark
  Milpitas, CA