I thought you guys might like this. A story about my first Mustang experience. Enjoy.
I'm in the Air Force, and while on a deployment overseas I decided that I wanted to buy a new car. I had just gotten divorced, needed a more reliable vehicle, and actually had some money that I could spend. Well, there's this company called Exchange New Car Sells that operates in deployed environments. They sale new cars to service members at a discounted rate and you bypass the normal salesmen bull**** you would see at a dealership. You buy the car from the factory through ENCS and it gets delivered to a dealership close to your home, where you'll go pick it up and be on your way.
I wanted to buy a Dodge Challenger R/T Blacktop Edition. I realize this isn't the best place to say that, but I like fast cars regardless of who makes them. I wound up not having enough money to purchase my vehicle of choice so I would up getting my fourth option. I could have gotten the GT, but didn't want to spend my vacation money. I had just gotten divorced, spent 10 months in a desert, and really just needed a break. So, I bought the 2013 Mustang
V6 Premium for $21,000. I got a rebate from the original price and a free Premium upgrade due to a promotion at the time.
So, I get home from my tour and my vehicle is sitting at the dealership waiting for me. I had timed everything perfectly. I go to the lot to inspect my car and am expecting to be able to drive it home the same day. The vehicle was already paid for, and dealership give out tags on the spot while you wait for standard plates. Well, this dealership refused to help me register the car, and wouldn't issue temp plates because as the lady said; "this isn't our vehicle, we won't give you temp plates. We're only getting $50 as a courtesy delivery, so you'll need to do everything yourself." So after a full morning wasted trying to get the dealership to give me the paperwork that was delivered with the car, I went to the DMV by my house to register the car. Paperwork was missing, and the lady at the counter was very knowledgeable and professional. She handed me blank documents of what I was missing, and highlighted areas on my existing documents that needed to be filled out by the dealership.
I got to work the next morning and get off early in order to try and go pick up my car. I get to the dealership around 1 and have them fill out the paperwork correctly in accordance with what I was told by the DMV. They took 3 hours to do that, so it's getting late. I don't have time to make it back to the DMV by my house and then back to the dealership before they closed, so I went to the one closest to the dealership. Now, I'm still in my military uniform. I live 45 minutes away from the dealership and didn't have time to go home to change.
So, I got over to the DMV closest to the dealership, which was still 20 minutes away. The place was relatively empty and I'm one a time crunch. I hand the guy my paperwork, everything filled out properly per prior instructions. And the guy at the DMV handed the paperwork to his boss because he wasn't sure what to do with it. So, they play musical documents with my paperwork passing it along. And the first guy that didn't know what to do with my documents, happened to be a manager. He sat there patronizing me, telling me that they can't register the car, and wanted to offer me speculative advice on what he thinks I should do. I ignored him for the most part, but I also hate being patronized. I may not have graduated college, but I'm not an idiot. He gave me a phone number to call, told me they couldn't help me, and tried to get me to leave. I asked for my paperwork back, so he turned around and asked who had my paperwork. One of the workers shouted out that a separate manager had my documents and was on the phone with headquarters discussing the matter. This pissed me off. I have no idea why this guy was even talking to me in the first place. If you can't help me, and you ask another person for assistance, then why are you even still talking to me? Let the other person deal with it and be done.
So, after a half hour of hearing this moron talk and waiting for the other manager to get back with me, she finally comes out. She tells me that they can't register my vehicle because it's a foreign import. .... What? I said to the lady, "it's a Ford Mustang, you can't get any more American than that" After a ten minute discussion, and hearing line after line of bull**** coming from their mouths, and homeboy telling me more speculative advise based on what he thinks may work rather than actual facts, I decided to just go back to the first DMV and talk to the lady I originally spoke to. So, I snatched my documents out of the ladies hand, looked through the folder to ensure everything was there, and proceeded to walk away. I get to the door and the lady shouts across the room, "Well, what do to want us to do." I was just gonna leave, and not cause a scene. After all, I was still in my military uniform, and I do respect it enough to not act like an ******* while wearing it. But, after everything I had been through in the days prior, up to this lady telling me that I just spent $21,000 on a Ford Mustang that was illegal to drive in the State of New Jersey because it was a "foreign import" even though the title said it was manufactured in Dearborn, Michigan. I turned around, and in a very commanding, tired-of-your-**** voice, in front of all 10 customers in the lobby. I said "I want you to figure your **** out." I then turned around, tossed my cousin the keys to the car and told him that he was driving. On our drive home, he said he never seen me that pissed off before and was absolutely surprised at how well I kept it in.
I got the car registered the next day at the first DMV and went and picked it up. But when I got back to the dealership, I noticed that they put their advertisement on the back of my car. After the bull**** that they put me through the day before and telling me that they wouldn't help register my car because they didn't sell it to me at their marked up price. I pulled all four of their advertisements off of my car and threw it at their window. I got in my new 2013 Mustang and went about my business.
At the end of the day, I never would have thought that those "Imported from Detroit" commercials would have been taken so seriously.
Only in New Jersey.