It's Clobberin' Time!
Nov. 13th, 2015 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogEbony II will not be christened. Things did not go as planned.
We did our part. They got here early this afternoon. I switched cars with them for the afternoon, mainly so I could have the Veddy Nice Bluetooth-Enabled Car Audio removed from the one they're ditching. They were due by 2:30 at the dealer that S., Cam's mom, had directed them to. Around the same time, I finalized the insurance for the new truck at our insurance agent's a few blocks down the road from there. We rendezvoused at the dealer a bit before 3, I got her signatures on the forms needed to put the new vehicle in her name and her separate policy (which, we were told the day before, we would have to do), gave her the magic Proof Of Insurance, and toodled off to get the radio removed.
Then came the call, just as I was finished and ready to head back home: the dealer had already sold the truck.
Insurance cards are vehicle-specific. Pricing on policies, likewise. So much of the work of the past 24 hours was essentially turned into twaddle. Of course they had other vehicles for them to look at. In a way, they got more of a choice than they had when they first proposed this earlier this week, because S. had essentially picked out THAT TRUCK at THAT PRICE for him (or, as it turns out, for Emily because, reasons) to buy.
What they are getting instead is this:
Least I think that's the one; it's the lower-priced, and slightly higher-mileaged, of the two red 2010 Corollas in this megadealer's inventory. It's also a bit higher priced, and slightly lower-mileaged, than Gone Truck. It's still a world beyond the Mostly Dead car they've had for two years, and it will certainly be more economical on gas than the truck would've, but still. If we'd known this wasn't a 100 percent done deal, I wouldn't have wasted time processing insurance paperwork assuming it was, and I could've become more involved in making sure they got what they wanted.
There are other issues about how things were handled, but one can only rant so much without blowing the top off the sphygmomamometer.
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By the time Ginger ("I always wanted to buy Ginger!") was identified, we were perilously close to closing time at Ye Olde Insurance Shoppe. Cameron started calling me for info about our existing insurance while Em was on the phone with them; I sensed she was mad at the insurance company for "blowing us off." Erm, there are bigger villains in this script. Ultimately, it was worked out: Ginger will go on our policy for the next 72 hours (despite that having been ruled out as an option when I first presented it to them), and they will then move it to hers once her formal application for that car and insurance card gets processed on Monday. The only downside is that Cam might not be able to drive it until that happens; that seemed to upset Emily more than any of the other clusterfudgy of the past four hours.
God, they love each other:)
We're frustrated at the turn of events that kept them from getting what they'd planned for, but we take comfort that we did everything we could, as and when we were supposed to. Em just texted that they're almost all signed up and she'll be home soon (Cam is going to a friend's, then they both have a function with his dad's fam tomorrow).
PS: Anybody want to buy a 10-year old Fuckus with almost 200K on it?
We did our part. They got here early this afternoon. I switched cars with them for the afternoon, mainly so I could have the Veddy Nice Bluetooth-Enabled Car Audio removed from the one they're ditching. They were due by 2:30 at the dealer that S., Cam's mom, had directed them to. Around the same time, I finalized the insurance for the new truck at our insurance agent's a few blocks down the road from there. We rendezvoused at the dealer a bit before 3, I got her signatures on the forms needed to put the new vehicle in her name and her separate policy (which, we were told the day before, we would have to do), gave her the magic Proof Of Insurance, and toodled off to get the radio removed.
Then came the call, just as I was finished and ready to head back home: the dealer had already sold the truck.
Insurance cards are vehicle-specific. Pricing on policies, likewise. So much of the work of the past 24 hours was essentially turned into twaddle. Of course they had other vehicles for them to look at. In a way, they got more of a choice than they had when they first proposed this earlier this week, because S. had essentially picked out THAT TRUCK at THAT PRICE for him (or, as it turns out, for Emily because, reasons) to buy.
What they are getting instead is this:
Least I think that's the one; it's the lower-priced, and slightly higher-mileaged, of the two red 2010 Corollas in this megadealer's inventory. It's also a bit higher priced, and slightly lower-mileaged, than Gone Truck. It's still a world beyond the Mostly Dead car they've had for two years, and it will certainly be more economical on gas than the truck would've, but still. If we'd known this wasn't a 100 percent done deal, I wouldn't have wasted time processing insurance paperwork assuming it was, and I could've become more involved in making sure they got what they wanted.
There are other issues about how things were handled, but one can only rant so much without blowing the top off the sphygmomamometer.
----
By the time Ginger ("I always wanted to buy Ginger!") was identified, we were perilously close to closing time at Ye Olde Insurance Shoppe. Cameron started calling me for info about our existing insurance while Em was on the phone with them; I sensed she was mad at the insurance company for "blowing us off." Erm, there are bigger villains in this script. Ultimately, it was worked out: Ginger will go on our policy for the next 72 hours (despite that having been ruled out as an option when I first presented it to them), and they will then move it to hers once her formal application for that car and insurance card gets processed on Monday. The only downside is that Cam might not be able to drive it until that happens; that seemed to upset Emily more than any of the other clusterfudgy of the past four hours.
God, they love each other:)
We're frustrated at the turn of events that kept them from getting what they'd planned for, but we take comfort that we did everything we could, as and when we were supposed to. Em just texted that they're almost all signed up and she'll be home soon (Cam is going to a friend's, then they both have a function with his dad's fam tomorrow).
PS: Anybody want to buy a 10-year old Fuckus with almost 200K on it?
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Date: 2015-11-14 02:31 am (UTC)If you could get it down here & will let me pay in installments, then absolutely. :P (I do need to buy a car).
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Date: 2015-11-15 04:45 pm (UTC)Pick a state and an airport I can fly home from after Friday. You'd actually be perfect for it, since really the only Wrong with it is it has no working heat at the moment.
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Date: 2015-11-15 07:56 pm (UTC)ETA: Let me talk to my mother-- she sold cars in Buffalo so she might know a way of getting it down here (or somewhere nearby-ish) that'd be in my budget (or would be soon; we may still be talking January/February here).
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Date: 2015-11-16 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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