It took us six weeks to reach the lofty goal of 1000 kilometers, the best I can figure that’s about 600 miles. Hell I live on an island what did they expect? But alright if that’s what Mitsubishi wants then I’ll do it, besides the check up was free.
0830 I pull up to the service department at the dealership and I’m shown where to park, then Mayang and I enter the service office and visit Raymond, my Mitsubishi service representative. Who is a pleasant young man who seemed genuinely happy to see us? He started filling out the proper paperworks and scribing in different books and forms with gusto, I’m talking about a guy who really liked his job. Or he could fake it like a pro.
He took a clipboard and proceeded to Mayang’s Brandi new G4 Mirage. Where he checked everything and I do mean everything. He pushed every button moved every lever and even adjusted the tilt on the steering wheel, Hey; I didn’t know it was even adjustable. Then he started checking the outside for flaws of any type.
But here is something I learned as I threw a large monkey wrench into his day, as I pointed out that the front wheel hub were coated in rust. “Sir Paul, it’s supposed to be like that~” he explained, and since it was not on his clipboard list we moved on.
But being a persistent little cuss that I am, we were drawn back to the front wheel hub rust again, if I had kept the original rims and funky plastic hubcaps this minor flaw would never have been noticed except by the vulcanizing man who happened someday to change a flat tire sometime in the far, far future.
The service manager was called in, and after a quick study of the clipboard inspection list he agreed that rusty wheel hubs were not on the list. Then he informed me that they were all that way. Well as we walked down the row of brand new cars we looked between the spokes of the Fancy Dancy rims and found no rusty wheel hubs except on mine, it seems that option is only offered on cars issued with cheap ass hubcaps that cover that factory flaw. Inspector “12” does not check for that.
“Sir Paul, these are not the rims that were standard with your car!” The service manager pointed out, “When did you figure that out and was it because they look better than the factory issued?? I countered. We had reached an impasse, a stalemate, a Mexican Standoff. (There were no people of Mexican culture involved at the Car World Dealership)
So there we were, eye to eye, toe to toe, when calmer heads intervened and defused this volatile situation. That’s bull, what really happened was I saw no need to argue and knew that I was going to lose anyway, so I smiled and said; “I do like the fact that is its uniformly rusted and looks good.” Shock and surprise appeared on the service manager’s face as I stepped out of the fray, and allowed “Face” to be returned to all involved.
Besides Mayang pointed out that my Son-in-Law Chris’s has a cousin who will solve the problem for the price of buying him lunch. I’m glad she married me, low those many years ago. As she had restored chi to my life, and the service manager looked at me with a newfound respect as I made it look to his people that he had triumphed and I was defeated. It cost me nothing and Karma was once more in my corner.
So off we go to Starbuck’s across the street, to have a coffee and a very expensive taste treat, while finishing my coffee Raymond called and said my car was done and ready to go, what within 30 minutes? Surprised or I could say in shock, I went back to pick it up. Raymond said that the Service Manager had moved my car to the head of the line because he liked our interaction. (I really don’t know exactly how it was said in Tagalog as Raymond was paraphrasing) and he thought I was an okay Na okay Kano. And to those who doubt this encounter, my break lines were intact as we drove away, I checked them. “Ronny Reagan said it best: “Trust but verify.”
BTW I really don’t know what they did to the car as an oil change was not on the list of services for that check up but by attending I didn’t void my warrantee.
But at 5000 KM I must return and I know the rusty wheel hubs will no longer be an issue. Oh, and they all approved of my new rims and called them POGIE!
And you dear readers who had thought it ended with the departure of the New Ole Honda from my life! But “NO” the saga lives on!