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Ten Worst Driving Habits
The experts at Driving Solutions gave us their thoughts on the ten worst driving habits that they’ve seen when teaching thousands of drivers.
They summarized the ten worst as follows:-
1. Tail Gating
2. Using Devices Whilst Driving
3. Keeping to the Left Lane
4. Poor Seating Position
5. Speeding
6. Indicating
7. Motorway Merging
8. Poor Vehicle Management
9. Driving for the Conditions
10. Drink Driving
Do you agree?
Are there any that you think are more annoying than these listed?
Would you like to add your own pet hate to the list?
We’d love to have your opinions so click below and let us know your pet driving hates.
GM's European Sale Still Not Finalized
Part of General Motors bankruptcy resolution is to sell its two European factories, Vauxhall in the UK and Opel in Germany.
Despite the urgency, and many months after the initial expressions of interest closed, they still can’t get the deal across the line, even though there are two final bidders, RHJ International from Belgum and Magna, a Canadian car parts group.
The latest turn in this ongoing saga is an increased bid from RHJ International.
RHJ International said it will offer 300 million euros (approx $510 million), an increase of 25 million euros, for its 50.1 percent stake of GM Europe and reduce the guarantees it is seeking from European governments with GM plants from 3.8 billion euros to 3.2 billion euros.
However, even after this further sweetener, Magna still remains the favoured bidder in the eyes of the German government, despite reservations from GM that this Russian influenced consortium could syphon German Opel technology to their Eastern European car plants.
And so the saga drags on. We’ll keep you posted as soon as it reaches a conclusion.
In the meantime Holden in Australia continues to promote its cars, in particular the new small Cruze, unaffected by these procrastinations from its parent company.
The Joys Of Buying A Car
A rather amusing email has been doing the rounds recently, and we just couldn’t let it pass us by without posting it for you to read.
“Recently, my wife and I decided that it was time to buy a new car. My own car had grown so dilapidated that I was depreciating our property value every time I pulled into the garage.
So we visited a local car yard – I won’t say which one – to find a replacement.
And we did.
We found a gorgeous replacement. Right beyond the lion’s den of salespeople.
When we arrived at the dealership, it was four hundred degrees outside because there is no ozone layer.
The salesmen were lurking in the shade, so the lot appeared destitute.
As soon as we started to browse, however, I sensed movement. The way an antelope senses a lion on the horizon.
Before I could say, “Wow, this is kind of expensive,” the lion was upon us.
“Hi,” my name is Steve. Can I put you in this car today?”
Man, I hate salespeople.
I hate their jargon.
I hate the way they write numbers on paper without saying them aloud.
I hate their parents for having reproduced. While appraising my watch, Steve delivered a speech about dual-side rock and onion steering, passenger-side air holes, and other features that didn’t interest me.
Looking at the price tag, I wondered if the car had a part-time job to help pay for itself.
We took the car for a spin anyway because, alas, we liked it.
During the test-drive, Steve tried to gain a sense of who we were, where we grew up, and how much money he could siphon from our pockets. He made eye contact with us only because it was a good sales tactic. He complimented our clothing for the same reason. Everything he said had been printed in a manual.
This man was a predator who had discovered his niche in the workplace: He was a car salesman.
Unfortunately, we liked the car.
A lot.
As we drove the 101, the issue became not how much the car cost, but whether our lives could carry on without it. Could we concentrate at work each day having left this precious machine behind, or would one of us eventually go postal and hold the car dealership at gunpoint?
Steve sensed our predicament. He also sensed a budding relationship with our bank account.
“The nice thing about this car is that it’s safe,” he told me. “The engine is designed to collapse underneath the driver during a head-on collision. That way your wife won’t get injured.”
Beyond the four hundred degree shadow of a doubt, I detested this man. He was playing my guilt like a Spanish guitar, serenading my wife all the while.
Returning to the lot, Steve suggested that we go inside to talk things over.
Buying a car is not like buying a loaf of bread. It’s not as simple as “How much is it and will you accept a check?”
The price on the car window is merely a suggestion, a jumping off point for negotiations. There would be compromises and credit checks and “favors.”
It’s a Geneva Summit to discuss the future of your finances.
I warned Steve that we probably couldn’t afford the vehicle, to which he replied, “No, you just don’t have my talent for juggling numbers.” (Or treading b.s. for that matter.)
Inside we were greeted by 13 salespeople according to the manual.
They smelled our desire for the car and smiled bigger.
Steve ushered us in like a fraternity pledge with two hot blondes from the local bar.
In the conference room, he offered me a soda.
But I knew better.
Anything we accepted at this point could only work against us – a soda, a piece of gum, a handshake. I wouldn’t hear of it. How dare he even offer.
Steve juggled his numbers for the next 40 minutes until we arrived at a tolerable payment.
Somewhere during the arbitration, the word “affordable” had become “tolerable.” Steve had broken us down with the craft of Jim Jones. We were out of resistance. We had no will.
By the time it was over, I had accepted two sodas and a trial membership to the Spectrum Club.
I had become entranced by the vortex of numbers before me, a psychedelic voyage through feasibility.
Once we agreed to the payment, Steve had to gain “final approval” from his supervisor (anyone remember Fargo?).
When Steve returned, the numbers had changed again and negotiations started all over.
Thirty minutes later, the supervisor came down to finalize the deal. He shook our hands, confessing the sacrifices he had made to “put us in this car.”
He wondered aloud if his kids would eat this month.
I felt like a sweaty pig. I had just prostituted my principles to a revolting game of greed, materialism, and lifelong payments.
But if you want a new car, there are no two ways about it.
Even now as we drive around town, I sometimes see Steve in the rearview mirror. He is sitting in the backseat with a smirk, purring sweetly as he basks in the afterglow of the big sale. And that is a cost you won’t find anywhere in the fine print.”
Well, that’s one reason why Private Fleet exists, to make car buying easy for you.
If you have any similar car buying experiences we’d love to hear form you and we’ll post it on the blog.
Concours Sendup
Next week the World’s most famous Concours D’Elegance gets underway at Pebble Beach, California.
Cars worth millions of dollars each are displayed in all their finery – owners, too!
But on the same weekend and only a few kilometers away in Monterey there is another ‘Concours’.
This is called the Concours D’LeMons….
They have several trophies and class awards including:-
THE RUEFUL BRITANNIA AWARD- for the Royal Order of MOT Failure
or
THE NEEDLESSLY COMPLEX ITALIAN AWARD- Conoscete un Buon Meccanico? Plaque
or our favourite
WARSAW PACT, 1945-1990, for Trabant, Wartburg, ZIL, Lada etc. AWARD- The Vladimir Ilyich Lenin Medal for the Most Glorious Achievement in Transportative Advancement for Use on Billiard-Smooth Highways as Are Uniformly to be Found Inside Workers Paradise.
Which event would you prefer to attend?
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