The oil change and tire rotation has been on my radar for a few weeks now. My car dealership is faithful with its email reminders of such matters. So too is the monthly bulletin I get from OnStar, the high-tech service I continue to pay for because the radio commercial succeeded to convince me how great this beam from the sky will be when I lock my keys inside with the engine running and my baby crying in the car seat. Wait, my daughter is 24. She’d unlock it for me. Rewind … convince me how great the operator would be summoning an ambulance for me from Georgia when a deer darts out in front of me on a darkened Syracuse area road. And deer, they are aplenty here in upstate New York. I’ve hit three over my 31 years here, all side swipes, thankfully. Of my car. The, deer, too, for they all ran off afterward. And my hands and mind were free to limp the car home. Anyway … Knock on wood.
My pristine, sky blue 2011 Chevy Cruze, she of a mere 23,200 miles, needs its DEXOS1 oil swapped out and its factory-installed Michelins rotated. I also took the service rep’s suggestion of July — yes, twice-a-year is about how often I have to visit this place — that an alignment would help keep the all-season radials fresh for more years than if I didn’t.
I called first thing Monday morning for this appointment. The rep told me today would be busy. All 8:30 appointments were full. The 8:40s could expect a several-hour wait for such things as an oil change, tire rotation and alignment. Would I prefer Wednesday instead? News of the Nor’easter heading our way was out, I surmised fresh from seeing the weather folks on ‘Today” and the local news causing a late-winterizing frenzy of appointment-making.
Nah. I can do what I have to do Tuesday morning in the well-appointed Drivers Village Chevy-Buick combined service waiting room. I’ve been here before.
I began my prep Monday, placing my Chevy behind my dear wife Karen’s Mazda in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood driveway.
On “Today” today, they again talked about the coming Nor’easter. On the six- or seven-mile drive north to this auto mall, there was a wintry mix of frozen rain. The roads were starting to get slick.
My Cruze was checked in quickly.
The rep again said, “several-hour wait.”
I had done my part, what with this iPad with bluetooth keyboard I’m typing on and which took these pictures, the three-times-a-week paper that used to be the big daily that I grabbed from our side porch and the latest Harry Bosch LA crime novel.
Drivers Village did its part, providing WiFi and hot beverages gratis. I did have to ask for the WiFi code. DVoffers. It sure does.
My iPad immediately strayed to the left and the big, shiny showroom of 2015s available for a signature and … No. Back to the blue chairs, iPad.
And so I wait. As newbies arrive, I see shaking heads. I hear talk of “getting worse out there.” Well, then, I will be driving with rotated and aligned tires. I should be out of here, in, oh, 1 hour and 15 minutes. Unless …
Did you see this recent post from my Ann Arbor friend Beth?
The one about waiting for car service and her car keys?
Have you had an interesting experience waiting for your car to be serviced? If so, please share. Do you get tempted to buy a new car anytime you go near a showroom, and if so, what’s your dream next-car? When’s the last time you got your car’s oil changed and tires rotated, and will you be calling to make an appointment now because of my post?