3 years ago
Great story. Many details.
Great story. Many details.
A couple of months ago I brough my car in with a check engine light on. It was my exhaust manifold and they replaced it under my extended warranty (one star). At the same time, I had an alarm going for my tire pressure sensors. One was broken. Rather than replace it, I asked them to turn off the alarm. Instead, they turned off the three remaining WORKING sensors. The alarm is still going. I should have heeded this warning from the dealership gods.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. My CEL comes back on. "How weird" I think, and bring it back in to Bruce Chevrolet. They check the code, it's the same as before. I asked if it would be the manifold again. Mr. Manager informs me that it's my catalytic converter, which he knows because they wrote in their notes during my initial repair that there was an issue with it. I asked why I was not informed of this at the time, "I don't know" from the same person I had been working with before. I asked how much the repair would be and was quoted $1900. (This is all happening on my graduation day... kinda killed the celebratory mood). I was annoyed. I carefully voiced my frustration. I was recommended to go to an exhaust shop who could sell me an after market part for cheaper.
I went down the street to an exhaust shop (which is where I met my new best friend) where they threw the old girl on a rack, checked under her skirt, and found that the flex pipe AHEAD of the cat had gone bad. Way bad. Visibly bad. Soup-can-opened-by-a-trex-bad. I know this because my partner-in-maintenance took me out to my car and showed me the leak. My new best friend then ordered the (new) replacement part for me, and fixed the not-catalytic-converter for less than $300.
After reading some of these reviews I'm starting to think women who take their cars into this dealership are getting royally effered-over. I take a reasonable-but-not-excessive amount of offense to that (-3 stars).
My new bff deserves a bloody mary for his candor and honesty.
If Bruce had been forthcoming, I would invite them for bloody marys too, but instead I'm writing this review.
If, down the line, my cat DOES need to be replaced, I will not take it in to Bruce, and I will not take them out for bloody marys after. I will not recommend them to my friends. I would not even recommend them to my enemies.