I'm sure the newer ones are a bit more luxurious, but the older ones such as the one we bought as a basic commuter car, are nothing special. Plus, they're rear-wheel drive. Notso good for driving on these winding, steep roads during a snow storm. We decided to sell ours- not such an easy process, let me tell you...
When buying or selling any car here, you have to have an inspection before you can make the transaction.Yet another thing we had never heard of before living here. Even if there's not enough tread on the tires, or a minor leak, you have to fix it before you're able to sell it. Once you have the certificate that you passed inspection, you have to go with the potential seller to the registration office where you sign it over, pay the fees and get new plates.
Now, they make both spouses meet there and sign off on the sale as they said they've had problems with guys who are deployed, then their spouse sells a vehicle without their consent. There's no option for and/or on the form- both have to show up. Everyone signs; done deal. It's this inspection process that I don't get.
Jim went to get the inspection done on our BMW and they ding us with problems. Just more than three months after buying it and the {same} inspectors now find problems with it. Same car. A rear shock has to be replaced, there's a leak and the headlights are uneven- one is brighter than the other. Seriously? Jim never even changed out a bulb. We knew the shocks were bad- why wasn't it documented when we bought it? Whatever... Jim fixes it and sell it. No tears were shed on this one.
A day or two later, Jim goes to check the oil and discovers the spark plugs {wires} hanging on by a thread. I really am so grateful to have a mechanically-inclined husband, but from the looks of this, I'd guess you don't have to know much to see there's a problem. It's pretty obvious. They look as though something chewed threw them. I thought it just passed inspection- how could this have been missed? I'm not liking inspectors {house or car} so much these days.
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