obama bought us a car

Bank error in our favor!Well guys, Friday was the day.  What day?  Why, the day that the Fed’s “Cash for Clunkers” auto-industry stimulus went into effect, of course.

If you’ve been reading my posts for the past few months, you know that Sharaun and I have been planning to take advantage of this incentive by way of scrapping the dilapidated Ford in exchange for a new car and the government’s $4,500.  The lead-up to the plan was somewhat frustrating, but, we successfully did our CARS deal on day-one this past Friday.  That’s right, we finally got a new vehicle.

The Ford is gone; and I mean gone.  Out of my head and out of our lives.  I left it sitting in front of the dealership right where I drove it up.  Gave the guy the guys and the fob and a quick warning that only one of the three doors worked so he’d have to climb in over the back seat to move the thing.  He looked at me as if I was joking, to which I said, simply, “Hey, it’s cash for clunkers, remember?”  And our clunker is now awaiting its wrecking-yard fate… after nine years of service and hundreds of thousands of miles.  I did give the old Ford a brief moment of thought whilst driving to ditch her, thanked her for her time with us.  After that though, not a look back.

In the end, for those who may be curious, the government’s plan was dead-easy to use.  We came prepared with everything the CARS website says you should bring: a year’s worth of proof of registration, a year’s worth of proof of insurance, and a clean title for the vehicle.  I knew our vehicle qualified, and I had long ago whittled down the list of prospective new vehicles which would qualify us for the maximum rebate amount ($4,500).

We sat down, signed one piece of  official NHTSA paperwork certifying our Ford qualified, and then did an optional CARS survey which was designed to determine if the program actually incentivized us to buy a new vehicle.  After that it was car buying as usual, with the trade paperwork showing a $4,500 value for our “trade in.”  Combined with the GM “friends and family” discount a buddy was so kind to enable us with, the year-end tax claim on the sales tax we paid, and GM’s 0% APR for the term of the loan – I don’t think we could have done better.

Thanks for our new ride, taxpayers.

portland was good to me tonight…

Waiting is death.It’s 1am and a man shuffles unsure down an empty city street.

Staring into the sterile glow of his phone, trying to reckon his direction from where he is, he resorts to asking a scruffy looking fellow for help. Eventually this man, still dressed for success in his workplace clothes, ambles aboard a westbound train (the last one of the night, the lines are all shutting down) and settles into a seat. He pulls his knees in on himself, a purposed outward show of youth through flexibility, and puts the new Mew album on his iPod for the ride home.

His head lolls as the train clucks and clicks and clacks down the track… and he thinks to himself, “Portland was good to me tonight… Portland was good to me tonight.”

Well folks, as you read this, the details of the federal government’s auto industry stimulus package, called CARS, are set to be communicated to dealerships tomorrow. As you may know, Sharaun and I have been awaiting this day – as we’re ready to take advantage of the legislation by dumping our old Ford in favor of a new ride. You can read more about how we’re personally planning to use the program in my original entry, and then about my experience earlier this month talking to our local dealers about it in this entry.

Back a couple weeks ago, most dealers were either in a fog about the plan (not entirely unexpected, as they had no hard details from the Fed) or were completely unaware of it. At each dealer I visited, I was the most knowledgeable about the plan, and had to speak carefully to avoid sounding smarmy and patronizing when explaining it to them. After a few days of fruitless negotiations, however, I realized that I was just chomping too hard at the bit – and that only patience would resolve my issues. Put simply: I would have to wait for the July 24 date on which the government promised to send the program’s logistics to dealerships. So, I hunkered down and watched the lot inventories online in hopes that the vehicles we are after stuck around.

Then, on Monday evening, a shimmer: The local Ford dealership called me while I was in Oregon to relay good news. They’d got “all the details” on the Cash For Clunkers program “ahead of other dealerships” and were “doing the deals now.” In fact, they said, they’d already done nine, count ‘em, nine, deals under the program. Impressive, I said… and after some chit-chat, I told them I’d give them a ring when I was back in town. Unfortunately for Ford, Sharaun and I have pretty much decided on a non-Ford vehicle. However, I was able to use that Ford cold-call as a nice datapoint with the other dealers. I made the calls, and here’s what I learned…

I called the GMC place and they are by-the-book. No deals until the 24th, said the sales manager. Not until they’d got the communication from the Fed explaining what they have to do in order to make a deal comply with the legislation. In fact, he went as far as to say that, even when the “magical” details are received on the 24th, that it may take time for the dealer to get the mechanics of the system implemented. In my mind, this is the most logical dealer position, and makes the most rational sense.

I called the Chevy place and they landed somewhere between Ford’s salesmanship and GMC’s transparency, saying that they were indeed doing C4C deals now, but that they were doing them “outside” the governments program. They explained this as basically giving buyers trade-in cash equal to what they would qualify for under C4C (using the governments qualifying criteria site) and then hanging onto the trade-ins to submit for the federal program when they got the details. I’m certain that’s what Ford is doing too, although I think they are misrepresenting themselves as having “insider info” and thus a leg-up on their competition.

Right now it’s down to a battle between the Chevy place and the GMC place. At this point, I’m really hoping that we can make a deal this weekend. I’m hoping that the C4C details are easy enough that the dealers can make deals on them ASAP. If that’s the case, then, for us, it’s the perfect storm of car-buying conditions: The C4C rebate, Obama’s new-car stimulus sales-tax writeoff, GM’s 0% APR, and the “friends and family” employee pricing hookup from a Godsend GM-employed friend. So, this weekend is the prime weekend… this weekend is where I’ve reset my expectations around… you think it’s gonna work?

Wish us luck.

It’s 1am and a man shuffles unsure down an empty city street. Staring into the sterile glow of his phone, trying to reckon his direction from where he is, he resorts to asking a scruffy looking fellow for help. Eventually this man, still dressed for success in his workplace clothes, ambles aboard a westbound train (the last one of the night, the lines are all shutting down) and settles into a seat. He pulls his knees in on himself, feeling young and carefree, and puts the new Mew album on his iPod for the ride home. His head lolls as the train clucks and clicks and clacks down the track… and thinks to himself, “Portland was good to me tonight… Portland was good to me tonight.”

free pants

Money!What a crappy Monday.

I picked up the bug or whatever it was that Sharaun was kicking around on Friday.  While not debilitating by a long-shot, it’s certainly annoying.  Seemingly centered in my sinuses and making my head throb and ache and dizzy.  Anyway, it’s not got me down and out… just more like down.  Boo.

I’ma tell a story now.  It’s kinda good.  You should read it.

Sharaun had to teach a class at our church’s Sunday morning “second service” this weekend, which left Keaton and I alone while she stayed at the building. Since she’d secured a ride home, we took off with designs on a lunch together at home after a brief stopover at the local big-box store to get some $15 jeans and shorts for me. With the recent weight loss, nothing I own fits to my satisfaction anymore, and the el-cheapo duds that the warehouse stores sell for pennies are just right to fill out the empty closet and drawers.

While rooting through the tableful of denim I spotted a pair that looked good and advertised my current dimensions. I picked them up and unfurled the length of them so I could see how long they were (my #1 gripe about mens jeans is that they are too long and look all bell-bottomy at the end; call my unfashionable but I actually prefer a somewhat tapered leg that doesn’t bunch up in balloons of fabric around my ankles). As I let them hang, I heard another customer say to me, “Woah, you dropped something there.” And, looking down, sure enough, at my feet was a sprinkling of bills… cash… money… dosh.

Befuddled, I looked at the man who’d alerted me to the greens. I looked back to the jeans. I looked to my own pocket, where I knew my cash was safe and secure inside my wallet. I looked around. Finally I replied, somewhat confused, “I… I think that came out of these jeans…” “No way,” the other guy responded. His daughter then piped up, “Oh yeah,” she said, pointing at the jeans still dangling from my hands, “Look!” And there, peeking from the right front pocket, was more cash.

Flabbergasted, I simply grabbed the money out of the pocket as the other guy bent down and collected the spilt cash on the ground. We laid it all out atop the pile of jeans on the table and did a quick count: a little more than sixty dollars. I must have made some comment about not knowing what to do with it, because the guy replied, “There’s not much you can do; it’s fair if you take it, they’ll never find who it belonged to.” Not needing a ton of convincing to begin with, I agreed. In return for him spotting the stuff, I offered to split the findings – he declined, but, when pressed to take at least a third or something, acquiesced and allowed me to give his daughter five bucks.

So, I left the store sixty dollars up from when I walked in. Pretty crazy.

Goodnight.

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!

Morning writing.

Breaking all the rules and writing in the morning.  Up early today before work and seemed like a chance to catch up on missed time last night.

Did the after-work wakeboarding thing again last night, rode a different board with different bindings this time and it was a whole different game for me.  Easier getting up, more controlled when up, and a bit more confidence because of that extra control.  Not that I’m even remotely skilled, but I sure have a good time doing it.  A little sore in the neck today from a backwards wipeout, but otherwise good.

Oh and, blog, I meant to tell you: I finally got that box of pictures mailed off to the bulk-scanning place.  The night before we left for our Fourth of July weekend getaway Sharaun and I stayed up until 1am filling the box with the pictures I lifted from my parents’ albums last time we were in Oregon and supplementing those with old print images from our own collections (OK, from her collection… I don’t have any at all of my own).  I think we crammed over a thousand photos in that box, but I’ll be able to verify that count when we get the DVD.  The DVD which, as my e-mail told me yesterday, is now on it’s way back to us with all our photos.  Talk about a fast turnaround.

I’m so excited to be getting all these pictures digitized, and hope they all came out OK.  Since the place is right here in California, I suppose it’s even possible that they could arrive today.  I’ve been thinking on the best way to share some of these images with the sounds familiar community… and have considered some kind of “flashback Friday” kinda feature where I pick one or two or whatever and write about them a little bit.  Could be fun and could also be a shot in the arm to my writing.  Just looking at them as we bundled them into the box for shipping got me excited to share and talk about them.  Yeah, maybe no one cares… but then again… I guess I don’t write for people caring.

The other night, Sharaun and I booked an impulsive weeklong vacation to Mexico with some friends.  A spur-of-the-moment decision, we sprung on the all-inclusive flight and hotel deal mainly because the prices were just too good to pass up (and we had such a good time in Mexico last time around).  And now, my eyes are glistening and distant with thoughts towards an October week on the shore.  Yeah I know it’s a ways off, but when you work vacation-to-vacation it’s something that’s always sitting in the back of your brain, y’know.  So come on October, “¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!”

Good morning.

strike (out) while the iron is hot

Patience... patience...Well internet folks, I tried; I really tried.

Over the past few days I’ve been working this deal and that deal and every other deal in between with the local Chevy and GMC dealers.  What am I trying to do?  Why, I’m trying to persuade them to let me take advantage of the government’s CARS plan (formerly known as, and written here about as, “cash for clunkers”).  “Oh yeah, how’s that going Dave,” you may ask…

From my experience while shopping these past few days, dealer awareness of the program seems poor overall, and when folks do know something it’s very hit-or-miss.  Some know about it in vague detail, some have never even heard of it, and none so far that I’ve been to know enough about it to be able to explain it as well as I can (all my knowledge coming from the website and legislation itself).  I think, were I owning a dealership, I’d make the law’s language itself mandatory reading for my sales staff, and have this  document printed for them all to have on-hand (especially the cheatsheet quick-reference table at the back).  But… that’s why I don’t run a dealership.

What’s got the dealers in such a fog, you may wonder…

See, the legislation mandates that the program went into effect yesterday, but that dealers won’t be setup with the funding/scrapping logistics until the 24th.  In other words, the deals are technically workable right now but the mechanics of how they work, from the dealer’s perspective, are undefined.  Some dealers, however, have been boastfully telling me that they’re doing C4C (my shorthand for the plan) “now” or “early.”  But, when it comes time to sit down to at the table and work the numbers, they get cold feet about fronting the $4,500 without  any real assurance from Uncle Sam that deals done prior to the official July 24 implementation will be reimbursed to them.

So, even though the sales managers are initially hot to trot and may promise the $4,500 while you’re on the lot – when they get back to the desk and realize you’ve done your homework, expect 0% APR and have GM “friends and family” pricing… they quickly realize they’re not going to make-up that $4,500 in sticker and instead recommend I wait for the “real” program.  Believe me, I’ve had three separate dealers swear to me they could give me C4C-equivalent trade-in for the Ford only to have them back out when I started talking numbers.

So, we wait.  Which is fine, although I do worry about the sweet 0% financing deals disappearing (right now they’re set to expire after the holiday weekend) and, to a lesser extent, the inventory on lot selling off.  But, I’ve waited this long… so I just need to practice some patience.  And, with the long weekend escape we have planned I think I’ll have no problems clearing my mind of all this vehicle business.  At least, here’s hoping…

Patience… patience…

a fitting homage

Two years gone by.Tuesday is here, and work is short this week.

Two blissfully short eight-hour days to go and then it’s off to the southern high-desert; a holy place.  You’ll find us celebrating our independence with friends in a little cabin on the floor caldera.  A fitting homage: watching fireworks from the bottom of a pit left by one of the largest volcanic events in the history of our tiny planet.

Sunday was a blistering hot day in California.  106° the weatherman said.  Hot enough to drive me back inside after only a few minutes working in the garage to hookup a new dual-zone speaker switch I got (so I can either the backyard speakers, the garage speakers, or both sets at once).  Hot enough that just standing around at 6pm as Keaton played in the park was causing the sweat to show through my salmon-colored polo.  I mean hot.

Even though today was better, it’s a good thing we got the AC fixed last week.

Friday night Sharaun and I dropped Keaton off with friends and made a date-night out of dinner and test-driving some of the top prospects in our new car hunt.  Right now, we’re pretty much bottomed-out on the GMC Acadia / Chevy Traverse – and I’ve moved into super-nerd pricing calculation phase on both, making sure we get the best combination of Obama’s stimulus, dealer incentives, and discount programs.

If I’m buying a new car, I want to steal a new car… the prospect of having car payment again after years without is daunting.  I hate debt, even the so-called “good” or “acceptable” kind.  So, if we’re taking on some financing for this vehicle, I want to make sure we can pay it off tout de suite.  I know I’ll pour cash at it, even at 0%… it just bugs me like that.

Anyway, the new car is close.

Tonight I finally took the time to box up all the old family photos I stole from my folks’ place last time we visited.  I’m sending them into a bulk photo-scanning service to get them all on a DVD for longevity (and just to have them, since the only copies, before the forthcoming, exist in my parents’ closet).  I paid for a bulk box, which I can fill to the brim with photos.  The hundreds I chose from the albums at my folks’ place filled the box about half-full, so Sharaun and I are going through a ton of her/our old photos and adding those to the mix.

When this DVD gets back… it’s gonna be a treasure trove… and oh how I bet there’ll be more than a few bits of blog fodder in there.  The goal is to send them off for processing before we leave for the extended weekend, and perhaps get them back sometime that next week.

Goodnight.

friday in blog-time

Barely awake.Thursday night; which means Friday in blog-time.

We went out for dinner to celebrate Kerry’s birthday, and Sharaun dropped Keaton and I off at the house so I could cover bedtime duty while she joined the others for a little afterparty.  With Keaton in bed, I have the house to myself.

As always, this means some uninterrupted music-and-computer tine.

The iPod fortuitously shuffled up a song that I absolutely adore: “Queen of Hearts” by Gregg Allman, specifically the impeccable live version from 1974’s Gregg Allman Tour record.  If you’ve never heard this song; you simply must.

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Stick with it, I know it’s long… but wait until that saxophone comes in.  Is that not passion? Tell me that doesn’t soar.  Because, it does.  It totally does.  Wives, share that one with your husbands… there’s something soulful and wanting about it that I think all men can identify.  Or, I suppose it could just be me…

And… it’s near eleven and I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open.  Goodnight.