I thought it would be smooth sailing from that point on. Wrong. I opened the driver’s side door and some idiot put a hole right through the leather seat. A reckless and avoidable act indeed. Always remove sharp objects like screwdrivers from your pockets before sitting in a car. Especially someone elses car for God’s sake! By this point I had vowed never to return to Liccardi Chrysler. Extreme negligence to say the least. I didn’t even bother contacting Liccardi about the hole they cause because I knew it’d be several more weeks of arguing with them.
Soon the hood, door trim and areas around the windows began losing clearcoat. The car was no longer black. I referred to the color from that point on as “urban camouflage” and steadfastly refused to pay any more money toward a new paint job.
As the years went by I saw hundreds of formerly black Chrysler Sebrings roaming the Earth. A true factory defect if one ever existed! There was absolutely no effort on Chryslers’s behalf to remedy the atrocious paintjob. None.
I drove around the Sebring for eight years and aside from a ridiculous amount of labor replacing spark plugs, it was an ok car in the mechanical sense. Until the summer of 2010.
I was on Route 18 North on my way to work when the automatic transmission died. 160,000 miles and the car was done. The cost of a new transmission was $6500.00 according to Rainey’s Repair Shop. Far more than the value of the car. (Jim Rainey runs one of the best shops around. I trust his work so much that he’s one of few shops I’ve trusted to work on my 1981 DeLorean. The other being In fact, DeLoreans have no paint. The exterior is stainless steel. and never worry about paint again!)
It was bittersweet cleaning out my car in preparation for it being donated to . The problems I complained about for years had caught up to the Chrysler Corporation. Today, Chrysler Corporation no longer exists. Years of poor production and waning consumer confidence sunk them. I am glad the market dictated their demise.
Let’s move on to Brad Benson Hyundai. Brad Benson is a former New York Giant who spends a great deal of money on radio ads. Featuring his favorite person: Brad Benson. He is an out-of-touch older gentlemen with the comedy stylings of a shitty diaper.
My brother’s Hyundai Tiberon has had its own bout with a terrible customer service experience. My family dealt with a lot of crap from Brad Benson over the years, so I asked my mom to write about her experiences for this article:
“Car dealerships will do almost anything, promise anything to sell a car. They promise outstanding customer service. When the times comes that you need the service, they have amnesia. Example: bought a car at Brad Benson Hyundai. Were asked to complete a survey and were told that the first oil change would be free. Made an appointment for the oil change; were told that the oil change was only free if we gave the sales person all 5’s (the highest score). I think that’s fraud. Next up: we gave the car to our son. When he needed extensive work on the car he was told that they would not honor the warranty as they changed the policy in 2004 and even though the car was still in the family, same last name and all, they would not honor the warranty. That trip cost him $2000. Oh, and they quoted the cost of the repairs as less than that but when he went to pick up the car it was more. So next time a car salesperson tries to sell you a warranty, tell him/her to stick it.”
Customer complaints about Brad Benson Hyundai:
On Wednesday, October 6, 2010 I was invited to photograph a collection of swimwear by in a swanky Manhattan venue called . I woke up fairly early so I could get into NYC and run a bunch of errands. First stop was where my friend Steve Melanson works. Sonic Boom is an excellent company that puts out kick-ass video games! He let me dump a bunch of my photography equipment at his desk. I had three bags loaded with camera bodies, flashes, lenses, diffusers…you name it. My back thanks you, Steve!
It was time to grab lunch so I stopped at for a Guinness and a cheeseburger. The cheeseburger was one of the best I’ve ever had and people had authentic Irish accents, which made the whole experience even better.
Then I headed over toward B&H Photo to sell off my old lens. I knew it was time to switch to the because that night I’d be shooting in an extremely dark environment. I also realized that I had been shooting toward the middle of the barrel of the 18-55mm for quite some time. Why pay the premium on a wide angle zoom if you’re not even using the damn thing as a zoom lens?
I handed out two of my trusty pocket video cameras to Chris and Frantz from . Rich from Paradise Bikini had a little flip cam on him. In total, three video cameras at the event. I edited all of the footage into a decent format and uploaded to vimeo. Vimeo is everything that YouTube should be.
Then I went north to visit my friend Jane for some coffee and to catch up on all her wedding plans for January. Interesting fact: She does not want to refer to it as “HER BIG DAY” or “HER SPECIAL DAY”.
Ok time to walk back down to Sonic Boom and pick up my equipment. That was about 30 blocks. Then I began my trek to Hudson Terrace. Another 30 blocks. I underestimated how long that would take carrying three bags, but I was still on time and that’s all that mattered. Got inside and started getting both of my cameras setup. Very low light environment indeed. But I pulled through thanks to the brand new 24mm f/2.8 and my always reliable .
But enough talking about the fashion show.
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