We recently bought a 1984 Volkswagen Vanagon, and we had an interesting car buying experience.
It started out pretty typical. Then it became not so typical.
Let's begin:
Step 1. Arrive in Kalispell, MT.
Step 2. Spend two hours at Vanagon sellers house, checking out the Vanagon and talking about the Vanagon.
Step 3. Next morning, back at Vanagon sellers house, getting to the nitty gritty of Vanagon buying.
...was kind of thinking that'd be it...we'd pay the guy and be on our way...I was wrong.
...was kind of thinking that'd be it...we'd pay the guy and be on our way...I was wrong.
Step 4. Vanagon seller realizes we need a notary. He also realizes we have time to kill before the notary opens, we hang out in his living room for a while and he starts raving about Cosco.
Step 5. Vanagon seller asks if we want to go to Cosco.
We say why the hell not.
Step 5. Vanagon seller asks if we want to go to Cosco.
We say why the hell not.
We go to Cosco. (Spend an hour eating samples and buying things we hadn't realized we needed.)

