So I may be in the market for a Stinger, decided I'd go to the dealership near where i work in downtown LA, since there is none close to where i live. Whoa, talk about a low class experience. That place is something else. Look I've had BMWs, mercedes, audi, acura, vw etc etc etc; this was the worst i've ever seen.
First the place is a joke, must've been 30 sales guys standing around with nothing to do. So when you're a guy with nothing to do, you talk to the other dudes with nothing to do... and the conversations lets say politely aren't stuff you'd say around family. I'm a guy, I say a lot of crazy stuff, so whatever, I can see my way past that I think. I pull up to the group because they are in the parking spots for the guests; the look I received attempting to park while none of them moved...
Next I get a vulture who jumps in front of my car before I even have a chance to park. This guy sounded like he has trouble spelling his own name, no joke. I say I'm looking at stingers; and he immediately goes into a script they must teach about the car; only he isn't a car guy so it sounds completely unnatural. I'll never forget we're walking over to one and he says "well the ceo of porsche designed this car"
Ok whatever, i've learned over the years to have very low expectations with sales people. Doesn't mean they're not good ones out there, but goddamn the mass of idiocy is real.
Next I start explaining to him how the car works (i'm a car guy, i do my research on everything), pretty soon I've got a gaggle of his partners kind of listening while they're smoking and talking trash. They must've had like 15 stingers, at least 10 GTs. I start looking at the paint, and I swear as god as my witness they've scratched the hell out of the 3 I looked closely at. I point them out to the guys and they just laugh "it doesn't matter who looks at these things?". Whoever was detailing them (hate to use that term given the damage they'd been doing) or removing the plastic wrap on them, truly should be taken out in public and fed the sponge and towel they used. Biggest regret to the whole experience was not taking photos. I'm not just saying swirl marks, legitimate scratches where you peel the plastic covering wrap.
Finally I'm ending up at the manager level trying to test drive the car. He tosses me the keys and says "just take it, whatever" I go and the car literally has zero gas, it won't even start hahaha. I go back and now he wants to talk numbers (in my head i'm thinking interesting tactic) and won't stop bringing up how much i want for my car that I drove in... Its a 2016 Golf R, he's never heard of it. Fine, whatever. Finally I get to drive the car.
I like the stinger. I wasn't enamored, but I really do like it. I was hoping for more oomph, and a couple of the fit and finish pieces weren't stellar (can say that about most cars), was stunned the center arm rest is not padded... such an overall wonderful interior why skip that last detail is beyond me. Regardless still an great machine.
Finally asked for the dudes card who looks absolutely stunned, as if he had never heard anyone ever request that. I only asked out of politeness, had zero intention of actually dealing with him. He goes over to a desk, grabs a piece of paper, rips it, rights down his phone number (illegibly) and says bye. Colorful experience to say the least.
Now I've been treated like crap before (trying to get my hands on an R that didn't have 8-10k markup was a true test of patience) but that was officially a special introduction to the KIA dealership experience. I've got some friends over at galpin where i got my last car, I pray the experience there is a better (you don't even want to hear about how the inside this dealership looked like). Just buyer beware of that dealer; go over that car with a fine toothed comb before purchasing.
First the place is a joke, must've been 30 sales guys standing around with nothing to do. So when you're a guy with nothing to do, you talk to the other dudes with nothing to do... and the conversations lets say politely aren't stuff you'd say around family. I'm a guy, I say a lot of crazy stuff, so whatever, I can see my way past that I think. I pull up to the group because they are in the parking spots for the guests; the look I received attempting to park while none of them moved...
Next I get a vulture who jumps in front of my car before I even have a chance to park. This guy sounded like he has trouble spelling his own name, no joke. I say I'm looking at stingers; and he immediately goes into a script they must teach about the car; only he isn't a car guy so it sounds completely unnatural. I'll never forget we're walking over to one and he says "well the ceo of porsche designed this car"
Ok whatever, i've learned over the years to have very low expectations with sales people. Doesn't mean they're not good ones out there, but goddamn the mass of idiocy is real.
Next I start explaining to him how the car works (i'm a car guy, i do my research on everything), pretty soon I've got a gaggle of his partners kind of listening while they're smoking and talking trash. They must've had like 15 stingers, at least 10 GTs. I start looking at the paint, and I swear as god as my witness they've scratched the hell out of the 3 I looked closely at. I point them out to the guys and they just laugh "it doesn't matter who looks at these things?". Whoever was detailing them (hate to use that term given the damage they'd been doing) or removing the plastic wrap on them, truly should be taken out in public and fed the sponge and towel they used. Biggest regret to the whole experience was not taking photos. I'm not just saying swirl marks, legitimate scratches where you peel the plastic covering wrap.
Finally I'm ending up at the manager level trying to test drive the car. He tosses me the keys and says "just take it, whatever" I go and the car literally has zero gas, it won't even start hahaha. I go back and now he wants to talk numbers (in my head i'm thinking interesting tactic) and won't stop bringing up how much i want for my car that I drove in... Its a 2016 Golf R, he's never heard of it. Fine, whatever. Finally I get to drive the car.
I like the stinger. I wasn't enamored, but I really do like it. I was hoping for more oomph, and a couple of the fit and finish pieces weren't stellar (can say that about most cars), was stunned the center arm rest is not padded... such an overall wonderful interior why skip that last detail is beyond me. Regardless still an great machine.
Finally asked for the dudes card who looks absolutely stunned, as if he had never heard anyone ever request that. I only asked out of politeness, had zero intention of actually dealing with him. He goes over to a desk, grabs a piece of paper, rips it, rights down his phone number (illegibly) and says bye. Colorful experience to say the least.
Now I've been treated like crap before (trying to get my hands on an R that didn't have 8-10k markup was a true test of patience) but that was officially a special introduction to the KIA dealership experience. I've got some friends over at galpin where i got my last car, I pray the experience there is a better (you don't even want to hear about how the inside this dealership looked like). Just buyer beware of that dealer; go over that car with a fine toothed comb before purchasing.
