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What made you Type R there at the end of yer post?

'91 Caprice without emblems or side moldings, with black steelies and dog dish hubcaps. Dark tinted windows. Mean sounding engine. Owned by a young guy. When he opened the doors you could see by the jambs, the car was originally light blue.

DF, remember Cory said the estimate was for $6700+. The car is apparently worth $8000. That's almost 84% of the value of the car. Most insurance companies repair a car up to 60-70-80% (depending on the car, its salvage value and which insurance company you're dealing with) of the current retail value... so yes, the Cobalt is beyond totalled. "Totalled" does not mean the damage meets or exceeds the "total" value of the vehicle. It means only that the damage comes to or above the percentage set by the insurance company of the current retail value. And there's always a possibility of a "supplement", or more damages found in the course of the repair, which ups the bill. siegen is right, this is for the best. Hopefully there is no money owed on the Cobalt and Cory's mother can use that entire insurance check to put a down payment on something she really likes. The important thing is Cory and his passenger(s) were not hurt. I'm sure Cory will agree that while it will be extremely difficult to find a vehicle to replace that gorgeous little red coupay, it would have been impossible to replace himself.

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Booth

I've been waiting to hear back from this. They must be replacing the trunk floor, among a whole bunch of other stuff, for that price. It can take a long time for things to get settled when info is not exchanged at the scene. I see it too often. Keep us posted.

I don't think he's dancing. Have you ever tried to walk on cobblestones in spike heels? MURDER!

I understand oil has been seeping into the Gulf from its floor for thousands of years, and there are microbes eating it as it emerges. I understand these microbes have been multiplying exponentially and after Bonnie when the ships came back to resume the cleanup, they were having trouble finding the oil slick because the little guys ate so much of it. I understand they even eat the dispersant chemical BP has been applying. And I understand oil has a large component of volatility for quick evaporation. So nature is taking care of herself, it seems.

ten inches

Matthew Rush

I was actually waiting for the brother to say homeboy went into the wrong bedroom, like maybe he was hoping for a midnight visitor hisself.

Late model, long body International Scout, painted Ford Tractor blue with no top, cruising.

I simply cannot believe it's August once again. This summer is going faster than a top fuel dragster. Post your hot August car spots here in this thread!

It does look a lot better. But I spy an open soda, YooHoo or beer can inside that Prizm. That's banned contraband inside a DodgeFan automobile!

Ella Fitzgerald

...and the points keep racking up...

I drove out there this afternoon. The service department is closed on Saturdays, I knew that, but I wanted to show my salesman the damage and ask him to follow up with the parts department and make sure the sill plate is ordered. He apologized several times and explained that serious upgrades are imminent in their service department since the new owners took over (which happened very shortly before I bought my truck in April.) Just so happens I got a letter from him last week asking for referrals. I told him I received it and I have no problem recommending him, but I will not recommend the dealership to anyone, since SERVICE is a much longer term relationship than sales. He said he agreed and would try to speak to someone to "make things right" for me. It's too late for that, I'm afraid. I've had good luck getting my Cobalt serviced at another nearby small town dealer. They are going to be looking after my Colorado from now on. I touched up the paint chip, of course I can still see the touched up area every time I open the door, but I do not want bodywork on my new truck, so I will live with it. The new sill plate will further erase the ugly incident from my mind. I am not going to dwell on it, it is done and it cannot be reversed, so I will get over it with no further action... or dealings, with Hondru Chevrolet of Manheim, PA. Thanks to you guys for letting me rant and for the support.

I took my truck in to my selling dealer on July 9th for its first oil change and a warranty concern. Intermittently I had to fasten and refasten my seatbelt about 4 times to get the light in the dash to go out. Obviously, the problem was in the switch in the buckle. Here's how that went: The dealership is in a small town about 10 miles away. I was on vacation, so I waited and browsed the lot while they did their thing. A couple of customers (old guys retired) were hanging out bs ing with the techs in their bays while they worked. I was in and out, didn't want to crowd the tech working on my truck as I know they don't appreciate being watched by customers who may not understand the process. I was outside very near the service department looking at a used Grand Prix when he came out and told me he sprayed WD-40 into the buckle to see if that would free it up instead of ordering a new buckle because he didn't want to go to the trouble of taking the seat out to replace the defective buckle. I was a bit surprised at his statement, but in the interest of fairness, I said OK, I would try it. I thought he was finished at that point, the oil change was done first, and my truck was parked outside, so I anticipated my departure would be soon after. The place was not busy, early on a Friday morning. About 25 minutes later, I still hadn't been called to get my keys, so I went in and stood in front of the service advisor in case he forgot I was waiting. He looked up from his computer where he was very slowwwwly one-finger typing and said he didn't have my paperwork finished yet. Again, I didn't want to sound like an ass, so I told him I was on a vacation day, no rush. ANOTHER half an hour later, I was called to the counter to pick up my keys. By then I was feeling a bit annoyed. There were only two other customers there that morning. Still, I managed to remain calm because I know how things go sometimes... customers want their vehicles back in their hands like YESTERDAY. When I jumped in my truck to leave... the seatbelt light remained on in the dash after I was buckled in. I drove into the service area and the tech walked over. I pointed to my dash and the flashing red seatbelt icon. "Oh, is it still staying on? I will order you a buckle," and he yelled over to the service advisor to order it. I saw the advisor acknowledge him, I asked the tech to have them contact me when the part arrived, and I drove through and out. No word from the dealer. It takes 1-3 days in most cases to get a part on a stock order from GM. So I called the parts manager to check the status on the 16th. He told me the buckle was never ordered. I told him to order it and have the advisor call me to schedule it. I got a call from the parts manager on the 19th that the part was in. He told me the advisor would be calling me to schedule the replacement. When I got home after work on the 19th, there was a message on my machine from the advisor... "I wanted to wait to see if the WD-40 was going to fix your problem, let me know if your seatbelt light is still coming on and I will order the buckle." WTF??? I called them back on the 20th and spoke to someone in the service department other than the advisor I had been dealing with, we scheduled it for the 22nd, I was to drop it off early and use their beat-up '06 Impala loaner car (which I am not knocking, I understand how expensive it is to keep loaner cars due to insurance costs) to get to work. I called at 4 pm because I hadn't heard anything. The receptionist said I could pick up my truck, that I hadn't been called yet because the paperwork wasn't finished yet (vision of one-finger typing). So, after work, I went and picked up my truck. It was fixed, so I was ready to put the whole thing behind me. Until I got to my mom's house for dinner, went to close the door, looked down and noticed the big chip in the paint on the door sill and the multiple gouges in the plastic sill plate from dragging my seat in and out of the cab to replace the buckle. By now I am beyond pissed with the whole thing. It was 6:45 by that time, but I got on the phone and called the dealership, asking for the service manager. I was patched through to an unfamiliar voice, so I started my rant about the damage, until he told me he was the FORD service manager, next door to the Chevy dealer (owned by the same people), and that the Chevy service manager left at 5. The guy was decent, he told me he'd email the Chevy service manager and get him to call me back, which he did, yesterday morning. So he's going to order a new sill plate and I told him I will touch up the chip on my rocker myself, but I wanted him to see what his tech did to my new truck. So I will wait to hear from him on the sill plate. All this to get a simple seatbelt buckle replaced under warranty. A SAFETY SYSTEM PART. My truck didn't know my belt was buckled. The useless technician sprayed WD-40 on a seatbelt buckle BECAUSE HE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE UNBOLTING THE SEAT FROM THE FLOOR TO REPLACE IT! And then when he was forced to do his job (which he will be paid for), he carelessly handled a customer's vehicle and did the damage. Not to mention the circus involved in ordering the damn buckle. If and when I hear from this clown, I am going to go pick up the sill plate, install it myself, and never set foot in that place again. The End/rant

Oh, ok.

That is absolutely brilliant! Is dude drunk? When I get on the treadmill @ the gym, you know what? Ahmoan be "struttin' that ass"... dammit, I won't be able to get this outa my head.

shat my pants

While I won't be sending you a Benjamin, Franklin, I do wish you a happy b-day sir.

TJ Hooker

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