RedRover

Hey Fisty, perhaps you should seriously consider buying a used car business of your own. You have all the necessary skills. You have unrivaled knowledge of used car prices, you're a brilliant negotiator and your legal training will assist with customer complaints.

It would also be a positive upgrade in social status

cjw07

Nice, that is some quality sledging!!!!

fisting dwarves

It's not as though I haven't seriously thought about it. I'd love to be in the car game. The problem is, I couldn't sell used cars plus sleep at night. And sleep is important to Fisty.

fisting dwarves

one Chrysler dealer is now advertising a new coupe for $59,990+ORC

RedRover

OK, I understand.

Perhaps a better alternative might be to make a takeover offer for Red Book or Glasses Guide??

fisting dwarves

...the problem being, neither of them are anywhere near accurate

RedRover

That's exactly what I meant. If you buy the company you can change them to make them accurate.

Surely a man of your talent must see a business opportunity here?

fisting dwarves

i am but a small man

lukep6470

With big hands?

RedRover

For the last word in this thread I thought I'd quote an old Dave Barry column. For those who haven't heard of Dave Barry he's an American who writes humorous articles & newspaper column. Whilst they're primarily directed at a USA audience, they're so good that we can appreciate them here too. Dave has been around since the 1980s and so some of his older work is now considered "classic" status.

Lemon Harangue

BY DAVE BARRY

(This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on Jan. 21, 1990.)

TODAY'S CONSUMER TOPIC IS: How to Buy a Car.

The First Rule of Car-Buying is one that I learned long ago from my father, namely: Never buy any car that my father would buy. He had an unerring instinct for picking out absurd cars, cars that were clearly intended as industrial pranks, cars built by workers who had to be blindfolded to prevent them from laughing so hard at the product that they accidentally shot rivets into each other.

For example, my father was one of the very few Americans who bought the Hillman Minx, a wart-shaped British car with the same rakish, sporty appeal as a municipal parking garage but not as much pickup. Our Minx also had a Surprise Option Feature whereby the steering mechanism would disconnect itself at random moments, so you'd suddenly discover that you could spin the wheel all the way around in a playful circle without having any effect whatsoever on the front wheels. Ha ha!

You can imagine how I felt, as an insecure 16-year-old with skin capable of going from All Clear Status to Fully Mature Zit in seconds, arriving at the big high school pep rally dance, where all the cool guys had their Thunderbirds and their GTOs with their giant engines and 23 carburetors, and there I was, at the wheel of: The Hillman Minx. A car so technologically backward that the radio was still receiving Winston Churchill speeches.

You don't see many Minxes around any more, probably because the factory was bombed by the Consumer Product Safety Commission. You also don't see many Nash Metropolitans, another car my father bought. The Metropolitan was designed by professional cartoonists to look like the main character in a children's book with a name like Buster the Car Goes to Town. It was so small that it was routinely stolen by squirrels.

It was not the ideal car for dating, because there was room for only one person, so the other one had to sprint along the side of the highway, trying to make casual conversation and sometimes dropping from exhaustion. Being a gentleman, I always made sure my dates carried flares so I could go back and locate them at night.

Today's cars are much more sophisticated, by which I mean ''expensive.'' This is because modern cars employ all kinds of technologically advanced concepts such as measuring the engine in ''liters.'' Let's say you buy a car with a ''5.7 liter engine'': This means that when it breaks, you should not ask your mechanic how much it's going to cost until you've consumed 5.7 liters of a manufacturer-approved wine.

Of course, the most important consideration in buying a new car is the rebate. This is one area of automotive technology where America still reigns supreme. A lot of Japanese cars don't even have rebates, whereas some American car dealerships have become so sophisticated that they no longer even sell cars. You just go in there and sign legal papers for a couple of hours and get your rebate and your zero-percent financing with no payments due until next Halloween, and you drive home in your same old car. Ask your automotive sales professional for details. He's clinging to your leg right now.

NO! JUST KIDDING! The last time I jokingly suggested that there was anything even slightly unpleasant about buying a car, several million automotive sales professionals wrote me letters threatening to take all their advertising out of the newspaper and jam it up my nasal passages. So let me state in all sincerity that as far as I am concerned these people are gods, and car-buying is the most legal fun that a person can have while still wearing underwear.

But it can also be confusing. There are so many brands of cars today, with new ones constantly being introduced, not only from domestic manufacturers but also from foreign countries such as Mars. I refer here to the ''Infiniti,'' a car that was introduced by a bizarre advertising campaign in which -- perhaps you noticed this -- you never actually saw the car. Really.

All you saw in the magazine ads was ocean waves, leading you to wonder: Is this a submersible car? Or was there some kind of accident during the photo session? (''Dammit, Bruce, I TOLD you the tide was coming in!'') But no, the Infiniti ads were done that way on purpose. They wanted you to spend $40,000 on this car, plus whatever it costs to get the barnacles off it, but they refused to show it to you. Why? Because the Infiniti is actually: The Hillman Minx.

No, just kidding again. The truth is that the Infiniti ads are part of an exciting new trend called ''Advertising Whose Sole Purpose Is To Irritate You.'' The ultimate example of this is the magazine ads for Denaka vodka, where a haughtily beautiful woman is staring at you as though you're the world's largest ball of underarm hair, and she's saying, ''When I said vodka, I meant Denaka.'' What a fun gal! I bet she's a big hit at parties. (''Pssst! Come into the bathroom! We're all gonna pee in the Denaka woman's drink!'')

My point is that there's more to buying a car than just kicking the tires. You have to really know what you're doing, which is why, all kidding aside, I recommend that you carefully analyze your automotive needs, study the market thoroughly, and then purchase the car that you truly feel, in all objectivity, has the most expensive advertisement in this newspaper. Don't thank me: I'm just keeping my job.