Love That Smell
Doesn’t everyone love “that new car smell” ?
I for one have been captivated by it many times. I’m sometimes willing to put up with the miserable hours of negotiations, in order to satisfy my olfactory receptors—as well as the other four senses that seem to enjoy the stimulation.
It’s never cut and dried. You can’t simply walk into the nearest purveyor of automotive superfluities, pick out the vehicle you pine for, sign your name, and drive off the lot. No, there is a carefully planned fandango that you must complete before you get behind the wheel.
Imagine if you will, walking into the “2013 Overblown EXT” showroom, finding the model you fancy, and when checking the price sticker you find that it‘s only slightly less than what you paid for your home. Suddenly, from the shadows emerges a well oiled salesperson.
Now, it begins to get interesting, for he/she wants a pound or two of your flesh; beginning with your car keys—lightening the load in your wallet comes later. “Well, let’s have a look at your trade.” From his reaction when you point out your formerly much loved, but now disdained family transportation, your confidence ebbs.
If you thought the defects you found earlier in your car were reasons to trade, believe me, you ain’t heard nuthin’ yet, for soon your perceived problems will be compounded, because the dealer’s “appraiser” is next on the scene. From a distance, he seems normal enough, but as he slides behind the wheel of your car, you detect something must be amiss.
While all this is going on, the salesman makes small talk, awaiting the verdict. A few minutes later, the appraiser and the salesperson are soon locked in a glass walled cubicle, having a serious discussion—-about you, your car, and your money.
When the salesman emerges, he confronts you with a question. “Just how much did you want for your car?” You’ve been thinking about a tidy figure for most of the day, and when you reveal it to him, you discover he at least has a sense of humor.
“Hey!” he says with a chuckle, “That’s good!” Now he shows you his figure; he wants to offer about what you’d paid for the floor mats.
Isn’t this where you want to take your keys back, and walk out the door? It is, but, after what you’ve already been through, you decide to go one more round. The dance continues, with the salesperson making trips to and from the sales manager’s office with the offers and counter offers. Within just a few hours, they’ve convinced you that your trade is probably going to be sold for scrap, and they’ll be doing you a favor by taking it off your hands.
“Let’s see now, you’ll want the paint sealant, the fabric sealant, the extended warranty, the roadside assistance, nitrogen in your tires, and the lifetime oil change program.” Your mouth has suddenly become as dry as the Sahara, for now it seems the only way you’ll ever escape, is to either have your wife hire a helicopter, hover over the dealership, lower a rope and pull you out; or, sign the papers.
With shaking hands, you sign on the dotted line(s), and with a pat on the back from your salesman, you settle in behind the wheel of your new car..
When you pull into your driveway at home, you’re still a little dazed—-and to think, it was only the “new car smell” you were after.
Nephew Brian was last weeks Double Gadget Guesser, since he identified last week’s, and the previous gizmo.
So, two part question today; what is the year and make of the car shown, and, name another car of the same era, with the same feature.