Randy and I bought a new vehicle last weekend. We got a 2004 Chevy Avalanche. It's dark blue metallic and most definitely the coolest vehicle I have ever driven. Words cannot describe how much I love this thing. We've been shopping around for several months in anticipation of buying. We had narrowed our decision down to the Avalanche and the Nissan Titan. While I am a big fan of Nissan products, the Titan just didn't stand up to the Avalanche when comparing features and price.
We got a smokin' deal and Randy and I had a blast jerking various car salesmen around. At the first Chevy place we went to, we picked out an Avalanche and started to work on a deal. They gave us a Diet Dr. Pepper as we sat down to negotiate. Randy drew a line that was the top dollar he was willing to pay for the vehicle in question. The salesman came back with a price that was $1600 higher than Randy's line. Randy looked at the offer and without hesitation said "Well, thanks for the Dr. Pepper." then got up to leave. It took every bit of self-control I have for me to not laugh my ass off. Naturally, the salesman begged us to sit down and went to the sales manager to try again. He came back with the sales manager who gave us a big sob story about how much money the dealership was losing on the price they offered to sell at. (Boo hoo. Like I'm supposed to give a rat's ass?) We told them we were going to shop more and left.
Next we went to a Nissan place and drove the Titan SE. It's their mid-range model. We had already driven the top of the line LE and liked it, but decided it was out of our price range. We needed to drive an SE to see how it truly compared to the Avalanche we were looking at. The Titan SE was a huge disappointment. There was a big drop off in quality from the Titan LE. and overall it just was no where near as nice as the Avalanche. Up to this point, I had been pretty sold on the Titan. As soon as I got in the SE, I knew I wanted the Avalanche.
Randy agreed and we headed off to Chevy place #2. By this time, Randy and I knew exactly what we wanted and this stop was really just a means of negotiating with Chevy dealership #3 who Randy had on the phone. Randy had been talking to a guy at Yukon Chevrolet (Chevy dealership #3) for several weeks getting information. We called him every time we went to a dealership to give him a chance to give us a better deal. While at the 2nd Chevy place, Randy got a deal that was good enough to entice us to drive out to the third place. The Avalanche that place #3 wanted to sell us had about $3000 worth more features on it than the one at the first place we had walked away from earlier. Plus, it was $800 less. It was a great deal. When we got that offer on the phone, I told the sales monkey at Chevy place #2 just to see what he had to offer. He told me that was an incredible deal, his place couldn't match it and he doubted anyone could. He said it was absolute bottom dollar for an Avalanche. So we hauled ass to Yukon, took a test drive, got them to knock off another $50 because bottom dollar just wasn't quite enough fun and that was it. We were the proud owners of a bad-ass truck.
I love haggling over cars. I went with my Dad when I was a kid just so I could watch him beat guys up in negotiation. Now I finally got the chance to administer the beating myself. Randy and I made a good team. We gave 'em all hell and came away with a deal we were very happy with. I really liked the guy we bought from. If you're in the market for a Chevy, go see Jeremy at Yukon Chevrolet in Yukon, OK, and tell him Audrey and Randy sent you.
So we're now up to 4 vehicles in the family which means it's time to start selling some off. We had already been trying to sell Randy's Caddy. It's a '92 Deville with a butt-load of miles on it. We had it sold before we bought the Avalanche, but the guy backed out. Bastard. We put in in the paper again this week and we've been parking it on the corner at a busy intersection. Randy got a call from a guy about it a couple of days ago. He wanted to pay us $500 down then $50 a month until it was paid off. Well, no one in their right mind would accept that offer and Randy politely told the guy that we needed all the money up front. So the guy cussed him out. The gist of his tirade was "Fuck you and your fucking car!" That's just amazing to me. We've never met this guy, yet he thinks we're in the wrong because we wouldn't sell him our car on an interest free payment arrangement that would take 4 years to complete. What a jackass. People are so messed up.
In other news, Dad had a bitchin' rooftop party at the Redhawks game Saturday night. It was the first official activity for the new Avalanche. In fact, we drove it straight from the dealership to the party. There's a storage compartment in the bed cover that we used to store ice. How cool is that? The Avalanche is a total party-mobile. We got the idea when a car salesman told us that people sometimes ice down beer in the compartment. Dad saw it and suggested a new ad slogan for Chevy. "Chevrolet - Helping America Drive Drunk." That cracked me up. Anyway, enough about my truck, Dad's party kicked ass. It was one of the best ever. Unfortunately, it coincided with the shortest game of the season. It never fails. When we're having a party, the damn Redhawks always have a fast game. It's like they don't want us to have any fun. Jerks.
I have decided to make an addition to my list of things that piss me off. I would like to welcome The Beastie Boys to my list. I listen to the radio all day at work and I swear they play the Beastie Boys 4 or 5 times a day. Every song is just comically lame. Granted, I'm not a great fan of rap, but it's not the rap factor that fuels my disgust and there are numerous rap songs that I do enjoy. What bugs me about them is the nasally, whiny, white boy factor. These guys just don't sound cool enough to pull off rap. Plus their beats are horrible. They're just noise and there's no creativity or rhythm. There is nothing to like about the Beastie Boys. They suck. I have argued for some time, with anyone that will listen, that Styx is the worst band in the history of music, but I've come to the conclusion that I might be wrong. I've spent many hours recently trying to decide whether I'd choose to listen to Styx or the Beastie Boys if someone put a gun to my head and made me choose. (Yes, I really do think about crap like this. Sad, sin't it?) It's a tough call, but I'm 60/40 in favor of choosing to listen to Styx. However, if you limited the choice to any song by the Beastie Boys vs. "Mr. Roboto" by Styx, then I'm 60/40 in favor of listening to the Beastie Boys. That doesn't quite settle the debate for me on which one is worse, but it's the best I can do. Anyway, there it is. The Beastie Boys "officially" piss me off. Tell your friends!
Yesterday when I was waiting at the bus stop, a dude in a pickup pulled up and offered me a ride. He was very polite and looked completely normal, but I am suspicious of strangers and politely declined. Later I started thinking that I hope it wasn't someone I know but just didn't recognize for some reason. That would be embarrassing. I couldn't quite hear everything the guy said, but I think he said, "Well I just see you here all the time and thought you might want a ride since it's raining." If that's what he said then it's safe to say I didn't know the guy. That's a pretty nice thing to do, but also kind of creepy. Was I being hit on? I don't know. Probably not. If that was someone I know who tried to give me a ride at the Jiffy Lube parking lot, I apologize. I'm an idiot sometimes. Really though, I don't think I knew this guy.
That's enough for one day. I feel like I've been rambling. Sorry about that. Have a lovely weekend.