Saturn of Sterling 1019, Reston Automotive 86

These scores are golf-like; low score wins. Those were the respective prices quoted to cure the Service Engine Soon light on SWMBO’s 98 Saturn.

I have a small but discerning readership. I’ll leave the following as exercises for the reader:

  1. Which establishment gets to work on the car this time?
  2. Which one gets all our future service business1?
  3. Which one lost a loyal customer of 13 years?

-k-

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1 not wanting to owe our souls to GMAC, Toyota Credit, or whomever

Customer Service, Saturn of Sterling Style

I visited Saturn of Sterling’s website the other day, and wrote a comment along with a link to this post.

I promptly received a mail-o-gram from the mailbot, thanking me for contacting them. A bit later, I got the “human” response, which I’ll cite here1:

Hi Ken Nelson,

I have good news for you. We have received your Internet purchase request.

I will be getting back with you shortly to provide more information.

Matt Young
Internet Sales Manager
Saturn of Sterling
703-xxx-xxxx

After that, I got bupkis. How do I nominate SoS2 for a J.D. Power award?

-k-

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1 I see, after further review, this message is timestamped identically to the first message, and also comes from SoS’s CRM robot

2 Which is a fitting abbreviation for these guys, btw.

RIP, Henson Cargill

Henson Cargill, a country singer who immortalized the understated social commentary song Skip a Rope, has passed away at age 66.

It was a great song, climbing to the top of both pop and country charts in 1968. And 1968 brought us some troubled times, but what decade or year hasn’t?

A little snip of the lyrics1:

Cheat on your taxes, don’t be a fool,
Now what was that they said about a Golden Rule?
Never mind the rules, just play to win,
And hate your neighbour for the shade of his skin.

Chorus:
Oh, listen to the children while they play,
Now ain’t it kinda funny what the children say,
Skip a rope.

Words that still resonate today.

RIP, Henson Cargill.

-k-
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1 The song was written by Jack Moran and Glenn Tubb

NASCAR HotPass Lineup

Driver channels on DirecTV’s NASCAR HotPass for the running of today’s Food City 500 from Bristol Motor Speedway1 shake out like this:

  • 795 – Elliot Sadler (#19)
  • 796 – Kevin Harvick (#29)
  • 797 – Jeff Gordon (#24)
  • 798 – Kurt Busch (#2)
  • 799 – Dale Earnhardt Jr (#8)

The green flies at 2:30 EDT. I’ve gotta find a replacement driver for Mark Martin, who is sitting this one out. I hope this doesn’t portend a plummeting in my Fantasy Racing standings. I’ve already demonstrated I can rapidly go from the penthouse to the outhouse in basketball handicapping.

-k-

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1 Today celebrating its 50th consecutive Nextel Cup Series sell-out.

Losing Rings

I’ve been a fan of American cars, specifically, GM cars, for a long time. I’ve had Chevys, Pontiacs, and as I’ve documented on this blog, go out of my way to rent Buicks when our travel plans call for car rentals.

My love for Chevy goes deep; my first job was at a Chevrolet dealership back home. I bought Chevrolets after that job was a fading memory. Chevys age, dealership repairs are expensive, and independent garages don’t seem to know how to fix them.1.

Our last Chevy was traded off2 in 1994. And we bought a Saturn. From these guys. Life was grand. A reliable and sporty car at an affordable price. I took the bus to work back then, so SWMBO drove the great burgundy SL2 most days. I drove to church and back.

Saturn of Sterling had a magnificent service department in those days, too. Some remembrances:

  • A windshield wiper on the fritz. Service adviser came to the car, and replaced it. Pit-stop like.
  • Battery dead. Tow truck dispatched. Service people replace battery; notice that the car is nearly due for service. Service it. SWMBO at work by 10:30 AM.
  • Cutaway Saturn on the showroom floor. Used to demonstrate where the offending part lived, what it did, and what work had to be done to get to same.
  • Oil changes, lubes, same price or cheaper than Jiffy Lube.
  • Car washed, and delivered to the service aisle for you when the car is ready.

Man, we were hooked. Affordable, dependable cars, serviced by caring folks five miles away. So, when my job situation changed, we bought a 1998 Saturn, which became SWMBO’s, and I drove the ’94 on my short, 3 mile commute. A few years later, it was time to upgrade again, so the ’94 got traded for an ’01 Saturn, which became “mine”.

Since that point, here’s how the Saturn of Sterling service department has behaved:

  • When you come to pick up your car, they ask you “Did you see your car out there? Here’s your keys.”
  • The cutaway car is gone, along with the demonstrative value of “where your car hurts”.
  • Even the simplest repair requires them to “take it in to the garage”. Goodbye, service aisle convenience.
  • They don’t routinely check whether turn signals, headlights, and brake lights are functional during routine service.3
  • The most mundane oil change turns into an experience wherein they try to sell you every conceivable service item, whether or not is is needed.

However, nothing holds a candle to today’s SoS dumb-assery. We dropped SWMBO’s ’98 off last night, for the Virginia State Safety Inspection, and to diagnose a “check engine light” that has been intermittent for two years.

After several hours with no call about the car, SWMBO called Saturn service, only to talk to an “adviser” known only as Katherine, who advised:

  1. The brake pads would pass, but would need attention. Cost $300. Fine. We get it. Pass it.
  2. The muffler was leaking. Needed replaced. Cost: $300. OK, not safety, but simple maintenance.

And, then, the idiocy of idiocies:
The “check engine” light diagnosis revealed a bad “valve body”, which needs to be replaced to pass the safety inspection. Cost:$1100.
Kate kindly prefaced all of the above with a call to SWMBO, which started out “Are you sitting down?” She explained all the charges to SWMBO in the ensuing conversation, after which SWMBO and I consulted The Google, and determined that in fact, valve bodies are not part of a safety inspection. Thanks, Katherine, for your misunderstanding lying.

So we’re doing the muffler. And that will be the last damn dime Saturn of Sterling will see from us for any reason.

Matter of fact, SWMBO and I might gaze westward out our front door over over the next few weeks and months, and see these Saturns morph into something extremely Toyota-like.

-k-


1 At least the independents I tried to deal with.

2 At a wholesale price

3 I know this is true; I was rear-ended on the Fairfax County Parkway last summer, 3 days after having routine service work done at Saturn of Sterling; all brake lights were inoperative – burnt out bulbs. I asked them if checking such mundane items was part of service; they told me “Nope, we’re busy, ya’ gotta ask for those kinds of things; we’re pretty busy.”

Elite 8

The Kansas Jayhawks won over the Southern Illinois Salukis 61-58, in a game completed just a few minutes ago, to advance to the round of 8 in this year’s NCAA Men’s basketball extravaganza.

Southern Illinois hails from the Missouri Valley Conference. Generally smaller school schools, going by enrollment anyhow. But schools from the Midwest, where there is no such thing as “give up”. And SIU proved that tonight, and came up a wee bit bit short.

I can now let my fingernails grow out for a day or two. Until Saturday ,to be precise, when the Hawks fly again.

Rock Chalk!

-k-

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Springtime Maladies

I’ve come down with the dreaded late winter/early spring cold. Several factors contributed to my current afflictions:

  • Mother Nature, for 40-degree swings in daily high temperatures.
  • A vendor, who shall remain nameless1, for providing a dysfunctional POS of a remote access console, forcing me to leave the warm but shabby confines of my cubicle and freeze my stindeens off on a cold data center floor.
  • And for lack of treatment of the current condition, my everlasting love to the bozos and bozettes who are our elected Congressional representatives, for inserting a provision into some totally unrelated other proviso which now requires me to register to buy OTC medications like Sudafed, et.al.2

    Ok, nuts to the lot of you. I have a warm blanket and single malt scotch.

    -k-


    1 The vendor went to the extreme to solve my problem too. After leaving unceremoniously at 2PM the afternoon the problem surfaced, they called me not once, but twice, on the next day. By that time, I had no further need for the console, having already endured the stindeen frosting experience detailed above. They assured me the problem was with “our network”. I think I’ll nominate them for a J.D. Powers award.

    2 I could be making illicit substances, and gosh, the law is for the children.

    Nailing Threes and Making Laps

    March is a great month. The NCAA basketball tournament and the roar of NASCAR engines have always been near and dear to my heart.

    This year, it’s even better: I’m sitting atop my NCAA Pool after the first two rounds, and my Fantasy Racing team is still #1 in my league. I say this, not to boast about my enlightened prognostication prowess, but to mark a moment in time where my name is up in lights.

    I’m gonna savor it while I can, because on Monday, it could be a fading memory.

    -k-

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