The used car dealer reluctantly refunded Scott the money for the car with the messed up odometer.
As I wrote earlier, Scott had purchased this used car on a Friday. By later that afternoon, it had 9,000 fewer miles on it, according to the odometer, than when he bought it. The dealer should be happy Scott only wanted his money back and not more–for returning the car with even fewer miles on it!
Seriously, though, the paperwork on the sale indicated that the odometer reading was correct to the best of the dealer’s knowledge. He either had not checked it out carefully himself or had tampered with it himself. It is now out on the lot, for sale again–same asking price.
After this experience, Scott wrestled with whether to continue car shopping or just stick with Old Faithful, the van that will live forever. Nineteen years old and going strong. The repair for the breakdown that led to this interest in getting a new car cost only $150, and so the van is back to being as strong as it always has been.
But you know how it is. Having begun to think about a new car, and having mentally offed the van, it was hard to backpedal to the point of once again embracing the character-building advantages of driving without heat in the winter and without air in the summer, of humbly climbing in and out of a rusting but reliable bohemeth. So, when Scott found a ’95 Toyota Corolla wagon on ebay, as nearby as Chicago, well, he pursued it, and pounced, and was victorious.
Today he and his intrepid buddy Jordan (the former student worker) went up and got it and drove it home. It is very nice. It runs like a top, is in beautiful condition, and yes, you can see the new rose bed over it, I’m nearly certain. It’s nighttime and the van is still here, blocking the view, is why I’m hedging on that.