HeiBlog

So, getting the car was a process, but at least I had my wheels and didn’t have to fork out more money for a rental. I had move out about 10 days before my first day of work to allow time to move in. On my first day in Richland, 11/29, I get a called from the moving van driver. The truck had broken down. He didn’t say where and didn’t know how long it would be until he would be in the area. I found out latter that he was broken down in Montania. For me it didn’t matter since I didn’t even have an apartment yet. But, all I had was a suitcase and my computer bag and my stay in the lab guest house ended on Sunday.

So, I “move in” to a place get the car and no word from the driver. I call him and the truck was still being repaired. He called me again on December 5th to say that the truck is nearly finished and that he should be back on the road by the next day, but he still had no idea when he will be in the area for a drop off.

I had already made plan to visit a friend in Vancouver for the weekend. I wanted to leave Thursday, but though my stuff might be dropped off that afternoon. No word. Fuck it, I was running out of things to do and didn’t just want to sit around my empty apartment waiting for my crap to show up. So, I just leave on Friday. On the road I get a call from the moving company asking if I would be available for a drop off on Saturday. I just told them that I would be “out of town until Monday evening.”

So Monday on my drive back I get a call from the driver. “Mr. Heibeck, will you be around Tuesday afternoon.” Tuesday was 12/12, the day I was starting my new job. Luckily the day was just training and people were flexible enough that I could duck out of work for a few hours. Mind you all of this is being coordinated on cell phones, so the driver would basically call me a few hours before he’d drop off my stuff. How did we live before we had these things?

Could I have a smooth move in? Of course not. We get everything moved in and the drive and I are doing the paperwork. I was missing one box on my check list, box 29. He had that box marked as being loaded on the truck back in Massachusetts, but had box 35 marked as missing. I had box 35 marked as present. So, I start going through the boxes, double checking all of the numbers (we’d gotten up to about 110 different items in the moving lot). One of the last boxes was box 29, but I hadn’t found box 35. Looking at box 29 I saw that it had two stickers on it, 29 and 35. Well, at least I got a little exercise.

With that done I was just chatting with the driver. It ended up that this was his first time driving for a moving company and it was going to be his last. He was from Queens, New York and away from his wife and little kid for a whole month. Every time he called home he kid asked “Daddy where are you coming home?” He had a total of 8 drops on the trip. I was the second to last one with last in Oregon. The driver told the moving company that he was going back empty and had had enough. More power to him. I’m sure there are plenty of decent trucking jobs in the Middle States region.

The car market in the Tri-cities seemed tough to me. Meaning good for dealers, but bad for the buyer. If you want a Honda there is one dealership and you have to drive at least an hour to get to another. While this might just be a simple inconvenience for people intending to trade in their old car or have more than one car and know someone who is willing to put the time in to drive them to the dealership and wait, I had a different situation. I had a rental and only knew one person in town, but didn’t want to ask them to drive me around (just seemed like a hugh imposition).

So, I start making phone calls to dealers looking for a Honda Fit and soon find out that there aren’t any for about 300 miles. The sales guy at the Honda dealership in Pasco was pushy and wanted to get me in a used Civic, but I didn’t want a Sedan. Tri-City Motors, the local Toyota/Scion dealership wasn’t much more helpful. So I start making some phone calls. I just didn’t want to deal with a used car at this point. There just wasn’t time to get a good deal and do the normal dance. Talk, research, walk away, come back, talk, you know the drill, pain in the ass. So, I focused on a Scion xA.

Nobody has one. Seems that it’s a popular car and not enough are made, same story that I found with the Fit. I finally find a dealer in Yakima at Bud Clary Toyota (yep, I just have them a plug) that has one, just not in the color that I wanted. Most of the other options are dealer installed, so color was about the only thing I was picky on. Chad Russell was his name and he offered to try and broker a trade. Toyota tracks all of their inventory across the country. Chad could even see if a specific car had come off the boat yet. We go back and forth on the phone for about an hour and finally find one that fit the bill.

Now the only problem was that the dealer is in Yakima, about a 1.5 hour drive away. But, I can take a bus from Pasco. So, the transportation setup was that the car would be driven from Spokane (2 hours away from Yakima) and Chad would pick me up at the Yakima bus station. So, how do I get to the Pasco bus station that’s on the other side of the Tri-cities from where I am (keep in mind things are really spread out in this area)? By bus. Ends up on Saturdays the buses on most routes run about once or twice an hour. So, I walk downtown and in a hour I make it over to Pasco. There was cold and having to find a bathroom in downtown Richland on a Saturday to deal with as well, but that’s not in the main plot.

On top of this I have to get insurance, because you can’t drive a car off the lot without insurance. I’m on the phone with the insurance company and things are going well. “What is the VIN for your vehicle?” “Ummm, I don’t have it yet?” “Oh, the dealer can get it, who should I talk to.” It sounded simple, but the car was in transit and not at the dealer. Also, it was so new that the VIN wasn’t on record yet. The agent phoned me about 3 times during my bus trip. “Are you at the dealer yet?” “No, I’m on a bus” “A bus?” “Yes, I don’t have a car so I can’t driver there.” “Oh” It finally ended up that I had to wait until I got to the dealership to finish the transaction. Once the insurance company faxed a proof of insurance form we were all set. They were just going to email it to me, but I didn’t have an Internet connection at the time. Then I’d have to figure out how to print the damn thing.

So this got me to asking myself what people did before the Internet, FAX machines, and cell phones. Probably just planned ahead and took their time to get things done. Anyway, I got the car and the people at the dealership were good. The fact the Scions are a fixed price (no dealing) was really helpful in my case and removed a whole bunch of BS from an already annoying process. At least from the drive home I can say that I am happy with my purchase and would get another one.