997 Bad Experience
#31
All,
I appreciate all your comments. Very much appreciated.
I think all of you are right: I need to get on with it, cause I tend to be a little too **** about small things. And it is CARRARA White, not Carrera—who would’ve thunk?
Maybe I needed to be a little more direct with the dealer, but, you know, they really are trying to make it better. They’ve not given me a hard time about it once. This morning I dropped off the car and they are measuring the paint shade and ordering another new wing by color code instead of by VIN#. They would not send it to a body shop to get the wing repainted. They said they have done this before and the results are nearly 100%. I can only take their word for it, but my eyes will ultimately judge it.
I got to spend the weekend driving the car—it was the first weekend that I wasn’t traveling, or it wasn’t snowing, or freezing rain, or anything, so I got to spend pretty much both days simply driving everywhere. It reminded me why I bought the car in the first place. I couldn’t put it away last night. I couldn’t stop smiling while driving it or simply staring at it while parked. I went to the local Starbuck’s—I didn’t really need or wanted a coffee—but it was another reason to get in it and get out. People stared as they passed by it. I got the thumbs up from many. I got smiles from cute girls. Suddenly I realized the wing color had blended in so well with the rest of the car that I thought my eyes were deceiving me. Well, they were. In a week it will be done right. And I will be all right. I realize what it means to drive a 911. That is why I bought it.
My brothers have a Ferrari 430 Spider F1 and a Maserati GrandTurismo S. Both nice. Very, very nice. But I have the best car of all three brothers. And they know it. Even with a beige wing.
MBiondo
I appreciate all your comments. Very much appreciated.
I think all of you are right: I need to get on with it, cause I tend to be a little too **** about small things. And it is CARRARA White, not Carrera—who would’ve thunk?
Maybe I needed to be a little more direct with the dealer, but, you know, they really are trying to make it better. They’ve not given me a hard time about it once. This morning I dropped off the car and they are measuring the paint shade and ordering another new wing by color code instead of by VIN#. They would not send it to a body shop to get the wing repainted. They said they have done this before and the results are nearly 100%. I can only take their word for it, but my eyes will ultimately judge it.
I got to spend the weekend driving the car—it was the first weekend that I wasn’t traveling, or it wasn’t snowing, or freezing rain, or anything, so I got to spend pretty much both days simply driving everywhere. It reminded me why I bought the car in the first place. I couldn’t put it away last night. I couldn’t stop smiling while driving it or simply staring at it while parked. I went to the local Starbuck’s—I didn’t really need or wanted a coffee—but it was another reason to get in it and get out. People stared as they passed by it. I got the thumbs up from many. I got smiles from cute girls. Suddenly I realized the wing color had blended in so well with the rest of the car that I thought my eyes were deceiving me. Well, they were. In a week it will be done right. And I will be all right. I realize what it means to drive a 911. That is why I bought it.
My brothers have a Ferrari 430 Spider F1 and a Maserati GrandTurismo S. Both nice. Very, very nice. But I have the best car of all three brothers. And they know it. Even with a beige wing.
MBiondo
#32
All,
I appreciate all your comments. Very much appreciated.
I think all of you are right: I need to get on with it, cause I tend to be a little too **** about small things. And it is CARRARA White, not Carrera—who would’ve thunk?
Maybe I needed to be a little more direct with the dealer, but, you know, they really are trying to make it better. They’ve not given me a hard time about it once. This morning I dropped off the car and they are measuring the paint shade and ordering another new wing by color code instead of by VIN#. They would not send it to a body shop to get the wing repainted. They said they have done this before and the results are nearly 100%. I can only take their word for it, but my eyes will ultimately judge it.
I got to spend the weekend driving the car—it was the first weekend that I wasn’t traveling, or it wasn’t snowing, or freezing rain, or anything, so I got to spend pretty much both days simply driving everywhere. It reminded me why I bought the car in the first place. I couldn’t put it away last night. I couldn’t stop smiling while driving it or simply staring at it while parked. I went to the local Starbuck’s—I didn’t really need or wanted a coffee—but it was another reason to get in it and get out. People stared as they passed by it. I got the thumbs up from many. I got smiles from cute girls. Suddenly I realized the wing color had blended in so well with the rest of the car that I thought my eyes were deceiving me. Well, they were. In a week it will be done right. And I will be all right. I realize what it means to drive a 911. That is why I bought it.
My brothers have a Ferrari 430 Spider F1 and a Maserati GrandTurismo S. Both nice. Very, very nice. But I have the best car of all three brothers. And they know it. Even with a beige wing.
MBiondo
I appreciate all your comments. Very much appreciated.
I think all of you are right: I need to get on with it, cause I tend to be a little too **** about small things. And it is CARRARA White, not Carrera—who would’ve thunk?
Maybe I needed to be a little more direct with the dealer, but, you know, they really are trying to make it better. They’ve not given me a hard time about it once. This morning I dropped off the car and they are measuring the paint shade and ordering another new wing by color code instead of by VIN#. They would not send it to a body shop to get the wing repainted. They said they have done this before and the results are nearly 100%. I can only take their word for it, but my eyes will ultimately judge it.
I got to spend the weekend driving the car—it was the first weekend that I wasn’t traveling, or it wasn’t snowing, or freezing rain, or anything, so I got to spend pretty much both days simply driving everywhere. It reminded me why I bought the car in the first place. I couldn’t put it away last night. I couldn’t stop smiling while driving it or simply staring at it while parked. I went to the local Starbuck’s—I didn’t really need or wanted a coffee—but it was another reason to get in it and get out. People stared as they passed by it. I got the thumbs up from many. I got smiles from cute girls. Suddenly I realized the wing color had blended in so well with the rest of the car that I thought my eyes were deceiving me. Well, they were. In a week it will be done right. And I will be all right. I realize what it means to drive a 911. That is why I bought it.
My brothers have a Ferrari 430 Spider F1 and a Maserati GrandTurismo S. Both nice. Very, very nice. But I have the best car of all three brothers. And they know it. Even with a beige wing.
MBiondo
#34