Roadtoad
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What I am saying is that it is not just a three year improvement, they have been better than Toyota for some time (I will see if I can find the previous years). Of course, this is a nationwide survey so individual dealerships will be better or worse.
But while this is nice to know, you're faced with a Roseanne Roseannadanna situation: It's always something.
If it's not the dealer, (which is bad enough), it's the manufacturer.
Let me offer this as an example:
Presently, we have a '96 Corsica. It's got maybe 200,000 miles on it.
It's junk.
In order to change the serpentine belt on that car, you literally have to jack up the engine, then disconnect the motor mount on the right side of the engine. Once this is done, you must somehow get the idler pulley loosened enough to allow you to remove the belt, to install the new belt, and once that's done, you then must reinstall the motor mount.
Screw up on this, and you have to replace the heater core, possibly one or two power steering hoses, and the motor mount itself. Think I don't know this? I've still got the old belt on the car, because I could not change it.
Our local independent shop will do it for me. For $75. The dealer wants another $25 to $30. I can't get straight answers out of them about the cost of repairs, or how much a new car will cost, or ANYTHING even remotely like service. I once went in to buy a mirror for my CK1500 at Performance Chevrolet, on Madison Avenue in Sacramento. I stood in the parts department waiting for 45 minutes while the parts manager chatted with a buddy of his, ignoring me. A kid finally showed up to help me, and it took two tries for him to find my mirror. In the meantime, the manager was still yakking with his buddy, continuing to ignore me. Go to the DEALER?!?!? Like hell...
For years, I drove Subarus. They had plenty of power, went where I needed them to go, had room for the kids, and while they were ugly as a mutt, I could do most of the repairs on them myself. I did the whole gamut: oil changes, clutches, tune-ups, brakes. Changing a belt? Ten minutes with a socket wrench and a pry bar.
Of course, I have big boys. They eventually didn't fit in the back seat of a Subie. Now, they're grown. It's just Peggy and me. Guess what my next car will be. (Oh, and if you buy them used, and they've been well cared for, they last damn near forever. And I don't have to deal with their scumbag dealer at the Roseville Auto Mall.)
F@ck GM. If they go out of business, THEY DAMNED WELL DESERVE TO.