importmonkey
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- Jul 9, 2015
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- Boat Info
- 2005 260DA (sold)
2007 44DA (sold)
1989/2015 Hatteras 65c
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- 12v92TA
So, I've attached the narrative below. I had to get it out. Not sure what to do with it. Swallow it? Send it to Chrysler?
I plan to go back and drive another new Power Wagon, and if it have the same issue, maybe I'll just drop it. I just can't imagine this is normal for a $64,000 truck. If the other new one doesn't vibrate, I want the wheels and tires off of it. If I still have the shakes, we know it isn't the tires and it's in the drive train.
Thoughts?
Story:
To whomever may graciously spend their time reading this email,
In April, I had the esteemed honor of purchasing a brand new, 2016 Ram Power Wagon from Koons in Tyson's Corner, VA. It was a long road to get to this point, but the ole farm truck couldn't take any more. Shane (the truck guy) was the epitome of what every sales person should aspire to be - not pushy, honest, direct, easy going, knowledgeable, friendly. He fought to get me the deal of a century and I left with the truck of my dreams! I was never more proud of a vehicle purchase. It was the BEST experience purchasing a vehicle ever (and believe me, I've bought more than a few).
So, I have the truck for a week. It's living up to all my wildest fantasies. I'm still tickled pink about it, but it has a slight vibration in the seat at certain speeds. Having worked in the automotive industry for over 6 years (parts sales, technician, service writer, management), I was pretty confident I knew what was going on. More than likely, it's a tire balance issue. But maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm being too picky and it's not that big of a deal. Keep in mind, this isn't the first big truck I've had either. I knew what to expect going into it. I knew it was going to have road noise and a rougher ride. This just seemed, abnormal.
My schedule got in the way, as it does for most professionals around the DC area, and I let it slide for a few weeks. Fast forward a month (less than 1,000) miles, and the vibration is still there. At this point, my little girls start making fun of it - giggling at how their voice fluctuates as if they were sitting on one of those vibrating beds in those cheap motels you used to see. Remember those? That Monday afternoon I took a trip out west of DC (about 150 miles round trip), getting a more and more painful headache with every teeth chattering mile. On the way back, I call my "guy." That's right. Shane was my "guy" now. I trust him. He says, "Dude, bring it in and let service take a look at it. We'll take care of it for you." Without thought, "Perfect," I said, "I'll be right in."
Now, Tyson's Corner isn't local to where I live and certainly not close to where I was out in Warrenton. After some deeper thought I wondered, "maybe I should call and make sure they will be open and have time to fit me in today." So, I call back and the nice lady who picked up the phone said that the service department was open until 7pm that evening. Being just after lunch, we should have plenty of time. ... Enter DC traffic. Yup. It took me over 2 hours and $16.00 in tolls to get to the dealership. By this time it was not much after 3pm, but I made it. I pulled into the service bay and began to explain the problem. The service advisor first said, "Oh, you need to talk to sales. Since you bought it new, they'll have to take care of it." Funny. I've never seen a car salesman rotate and balance tires. Well, I bet you Shane could do it. But I return with, "They told me the same thing. Can you help me?" To which he said, "See all these? I have to get to all of these appointments today and everyone is about to leave at 4pm. There's no way I can get to you right now." Now hold on. I was just told to bring it in. That service would take care of it. Now I'm being told there isn't anyone there that can help me today, and that I have to turn around and sit in that horrible DC traffic yet again (for another 2 hours) just to get home - with a truck that still vibrates. Needless to say, I was a little upset. The service manager (a lady who I can't remember her name) politely said, "Sir. I'm sorry you were told to come in. He shouldn't have told you that. We can't help you today. Can you come back Friday?" "No." I explained, "I'm towing a 10,000 pound boat that day and I'd really like the fixed before that." We agreed they'd be able to help me Thursday. I would have been happy leaving the truck there so they could fix it if they would have given me a loaner car. Instead, I was run out of there like a mouse in a nice restaurant. STRIKE 1.
So, I call into service the day before my appointment. I talk to Chuck, and explained to him the events that transpired the days before. "That's not right, sir." he said earnestly, "I would have found a way to fit you in. What can I do?" So we formulate a plan to guarantee success the following day. The tires that I have on my truck (Goodyear Duratrac) aren't sold anymore according to Chuck, and they don't have any in stock. In fact, they are on backorder. But Chuck is crafty. He calls me back and tells me they have 4 Bridgestones in stock that are the same size. He was going to start working with his managers to get pre-authorization to replace my tires with those should it come to that. This is great! Someone thinking ahead.
After working it out with daycare that I'll be dropping the kids of earlier than normal, fighting that damned DC traffic again, and paying almost $15.00 in tolls, I finally get to the dealership around 7am. I prepare to wait. Why leave and have to come back and pay more tolls, sit in more traffic, and waste more time. That service manager lady comes in to see me in the waiting room. "Mr. Harvey," she says with concern, "you said you were going to drop it off. You're going to wait on it?" Yup. It's actually more efficient for me to sit there and get work done remotely. Not very comfortable, but more efficient. I knew it was going to take a while, so I set up shop and settled in.
A couple of hours later, Walter (my new service writer) came to talk to me. What happened to Chuck you wonder? He called in sick. Yup. Just my luck. Anyway, Walter says that every tire was more than 2 ounces out of balance. Now, that's pretty excessive. I know this. Remember? I worked in automotive and learned me a thing or two. Great. The going theory was that the truck sat for so long on the new sales lot that it developed flat spots. But out-of-balance is right up there when it comes to causing a hideously annoying vibration. So I start to feel good. They have my truck in the shop, the tires are off and on the balancer, and they've seen something that is out of sorts. An hour later, Walter comes back. "Man," he begins to explain, "one of those tires just won't balance. I think we got it though. I took it on a drive and it's much better." Okay, being the trusting kinda guy I am, I go with it. "At least you felt it when it was bad," I nod, "and if you say it's much better, than I'm sure it's fine." Just in case, he gave me his card so that I can call him and let him know if it went away. He kept my ticket open should we need to order a tire to replace the bad one.
Not even a mile down the express lanes of 495...it's still there! And it's like they didn't do a damn thing. STRIKE 2. But I have to get back to work. Gloves on for fighting DC traffic. And another $10 lighter in the wallet from tolls. I get back to the office and call Walter. I told him he needs to put that tire on order and I'll call back after the Memorial Day weekend to make an appointment. And he did. And I did.
Monday, June 6th. You've heard this part before - I do my job as a taillight inspector for an hour on my way to Tyson's, paying almost $30 in tolls this time. I show up on time, though. They remember me by this point, so I hand them my key and we go about our duties - them, hopefully fixing my truck...me, working for the luxurious waiting area lounge. Walter comes in after about an hour of waiting, "Uh. Mr. Harvey? We don't have your tire." STRIKE 3! "Excuse me?" I gasp, "you mean I came in here for nothing...again?" Now I'm getting angry, but I keep it together. I say, "Ok. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to call me when you put your hands on those tires and then we'll schedule yet another trip to come back. By then, you should have figured out how to make this right. I don't care if it's free car washes, a free tank of gas, taking me out to lunch, whatever. I've spent (if you're tracking) over $70 in tolls, who knows how many gallons of gas (not like it's a Prius), and HOURS of time wasted sitting in traffic, waiting, missing office time, et cetera. As a customer (and someone who's been on their side of the desk before), I feel like it was time to say something. I started to leave, but pulled right back and went to my "guy." "Shane, I don't know what to do, man" I vent, "Someone needs to fix this situation because it's getting out of hand." He ran to get the service manager (another one, not the lady this time). I run him through everything up to this point. He begins to hand me excuses like, "those tires are hard to balance," "it takes time to do the work," "everything on the vehicle is warrantied by Chrysler EXCEPT the tires - those are through Goodyear and Bridgestone can't be put in their place." I tell him it's the needless mistakes of 4 people thus far that he should be apologizing for. Not the tires. I ask him to please make it right, and he replies with "what do you want me to do about it?" At that point, I had a few ideas but I'm a reasonable person. If he would only use his imagination. I would have been happy with a t-shirt or even a beer to take the edge off at this point. Anything to make me feel better about bringing my truck back to them for a fourth time, but nothing was solved.
Two days later, nothing. Walter said they'd be in that night or the next day, so what gives? I call. Sure enough. The tires are there. No one called. Oh well, let's schedule an appointment for the next day at 8am. Perfect. Stay with me - we're almost up to date. I can't say as that I'm looking forward to it, but I get there (kids, traffic, tolls and all). I drop the key off with Walter and assume my position in the waiting area. Feel free to use your imagination, 'cause it's about to happen again.
Walter finds me in the lounge and tells me that one of the weights on the front tire fell off which was why the vibration migrated to the front this time, but the other tires are balancing nicely. The technician was going to take it out for one last test drive and we're good to go. I finally get my key 4 hours after dropping off the truck that morning. I feel like I should start paying Koons rent for all the time I've spent there. Walter crosses his fingers and says, "I think we got it this time. Let me know."
It was the on-ramp to 495 that I knew it. The problem wasn't fixed. STRIKE 4!!! You've got to be kidding me. I thought they drove it? I thought they balanced? That's it. I head back to the dealership. This time, I'm going to take someone out with me and make sure they feel what I feel and we get to the bottom of this. I see Walter and I shake my head. He tells me he'll get the shop foreman to ride with me and that he'll be right out. Ok. And I thought I'd be madder than what I was, but it was almost comical at this point. I see tech after tech walk by. I see the service manager lady. I see the other service manager who I vented to the other day walk by me. Oh, there's Walter again. 10 minutes go by. 15 minutes go by. Now I'm worried I won't be able to go on this little test drive and make it back to work for a very important meeting. Oh, good. Walter, again. "He'll be out in a second," he tells me. I shake my head and think to myself, "okay...I've got about a second left before I really have to get out of here." 5 more minutes go by. I corner the service manager lady. "Excuse me," I say, "I've got to get back to work for a meeting. If someone doesn't come out right now, I'll just have to leave." She acknowledged my concern and went to find Walter. Now 30 minutes have gone by. I couldn't, for the life of me figure out, why I was still standing there. They have yet to prove they can do anything for me and don't seem to care if I stay or go. So I left.
FIVE times I went to that dealership to get this problem resolved. I've been patient. I've been courteous. I've been understanding. Why? Why hasn't anyone taken ownership of this issue and done something about it? And to think. I need to go back. I need to take more time off work, inconvenience the daycare lady again, pay more tolls to get there, waste more time sitting in stupid traffic, get more annoyed about this whole thing. To be honest, I love my truck...but this makes me wish I didn't buy it. It's not worth it. But like an insane person, I'll go back. I'll take the punishment. I'm strong. I can take it. I just hope other people know what they're in for when they deal with the service department at Koons Dodge in Tysons Corner, VA. Here's hoping I get a Mopar t-shirt or a cool RAM coffee mug for my troubles.
Wishing I was a better writer that could weigh down this email with a few more tons of disappointment and exhaustion, but...I just don't have the energy anymore.
With best intentions and sincere concerns,
-
I plan to go back and drive another new Power Wagon, and if it have the same issue, maybe I'll just drop it. I just can't imagine this is normal for a $64,000 truck. If the other new one doesn't vibrate, I want the wheels and tires off of it. If I still have the shakes, we know it isn't the tires and it's in the drive train.
Thoughts?
Story:
To whomever may graciously spend their time reading this email,
In April, I had the esteemed honor of purchasing a brand new, 2016 Ram Power Wagon from Koons in Tyson's Corner, VA. It was a long road to get to this point, but the ole farm truck couldn't take any more. Shane (the truck guy) was the epitome of what every sales person should aspire to be - not pushy, honest, direct, easy going, knowledgeable, friendly. He fought to get me the deal of a century and I left with the truck of my dreams! I was never more proud of a vehicle purchase. It was the BEST experience purchasing a vehicle ever (and believe me, I've bought more than a few).
So, I have the truck for a week. It's living up to all my wildest fantasies. I'm still tickled pink about it, but it has a slight vibration in the seat at certain speeds. Having worked in the automotive industry for over 6 years (parts sales, technician, service writer, management), I was pretty confident I knew what was going on. More than likely, it's a tire balance issue. But maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm being too picky and it's not that big of a deal. Keep in mind, this isn't the first big truck I've had either. I knew what to expect going into it. I knew it was going to have road noise and a rougher ride. This just seemed, abnormal.
My schedule got in the way, as it does for most professionals around the DC area, and I let it slide for a few weeks. Fast forward a month (less than 1,000) miles, and the vibration is still there. At this point, my little girls start making fun of it - giggling at how their voice fluctuates as if they were sitting on one of those vibrating beds in those cheap motels you used to see. Remember those? That Monday afternoon I took a trip out west of DC (about 150 miles round trip), getting a more and more painful headache with every teeth chattering mile. On the way back, I call my "guy." That's right. Shane was my "guy" now. I trust him. He says, "Dude, bring it in and let service take a look at it. We'll take care of it for you." Without thought, "Perfect," I said, "I'll be right in."
Now, Tyson's Corner isn't local to where I live and certainly not close to where I was out in Warrenton. After some deeper thought I wondered, "maybe I should call and make sure they will be open and have time to fit me in today." So, I call back and the nice lady who picked up the phone said that the service department was open until 7pm that evening. Being just after lunch, we should have plenty of time. ... Enter DC traffic. Yup. It took me over 2 hours and $16.00 in tolls to get to the dealership. By this time it was not much after 3pm, but I made it. I pulled into the service bay and began to explain the problem. The service advisor first said, "Oh, you need to talk to sales. Since you bought it new, they'll have to take care of it." Funny. I've never seen a car salesman rotate and balance tires. Well, I bet you Shane could do it. But I return with, "They told me the same thing. Can you help me?" To which he said, "See all these? I have to get to all of these appointments today and everyone is about to leave at 4pm. There's no way I can get to you right now." Now hold on. I was just told to bring it in. That service would take care of it. Now I'm being told there isn't anyone there that can help me today, and that I have to turn around and sit in that horrible DC traffic yet again (for another 2 hours) just to get home - with a truck that still vibrates. Needless to say, I was a little upset. The service manager (a lady who I can't remember her name) politely said, "Sir. I'm sorry you were told to come in. He shouldn't have told you that. We can't help you today. Can you come back Friday?" "No." I explained, "I'm towing a 10,000 pound boat that day and I'd really like the fixed before that." We agreed they'd be able to help me Thursday. I would have been happy leaving the truck there so they could fix it if they would have given me a loaner car. Instead, I was run out of there like a mouse in a nice restaurant. STRIKE 1.
So, I call into service the day before my appointment. I talk to Chuck, and explained to him the events that transpired the days before. "That's not right, sir." he said earnestly, "I would have found a way to fit you in. What can I do?" So we formulate a plan to guarantee success the following day. The tires that I have on my truck (Goodyear Duratrac) aren't sold anymore according to Chuck, and they don't have any in stock. In fact, they are on backorder. But Chuck is crafty. He calls me back and tells me they have 4 Bridgestones in stock that are the same size. He was going to start working with his managers to get pre-authorization to replace my tires with those should it come to that. This is great! Someone thinking ahead.
After working it out with daycare that I'll be dropping the kids of earlier than normal, fighting that damned DC traffic again, and paying almost $15.00 in tolls, I finally get to the dealership around 7am. I prepare to wait. Why leave and have to come back and pay more tolls, sit in more traffic, and waste more time. That service manager lady comes in to see me in the waiting room. "Mr. Harvey," she says with concern, "you said you were going to drop it off. You're going to wait on it?" Yup. It's actually more efficient for me to sit there and get work done remotely. Not very comfortable, but more efficient. I knew it was going to take a while, so I set up shop and settled in.
A couple of hours later, Walter (my new service writer) came to talk to me. What happened to Chuck you wonder? He called in sick. Yup. Just my luck. Anyway, Walter says that every tire was more than 2 ounces out of balance. Now, that's pretty excessive. I know this. Remember? I worked in automotive and learned me a thing or two. Great. The going theory was that the truck sat for so long on the new sales lot that it developed flat spots. But out-of-balance is right up there when it comes to causing a hideously annoying vibration. So I start to feel good. They have my truck in the shop, the tires are off and on the balancer, and they've seen something that is out of sorts. An hour later, Walter comes back. "Man," he begins to explain, "one of those tires just won't balance. I think we got it though. I took it on a drive and it's much better." Okay, being the trusting kinda guy I am, I go with it. "At least you felt it when it was bad," I nod, "and if you say it's much better, than I'm sure it's fine." Just in case, he gave me his card so that I can call him and let him know if it went away. He kept my ticket open should we need to order a tire to replace the bad one.
Not even a mile down the express lanes of 495...it's still there! And it's like they didn't do a damn thing. STRIKE 2. But I have to get back to work. Gloves on for fighting DC traffic. And another $10 lighter in the wallet from tolls. I get back to the office and call Walter. I told him he needs to put that tire on order and I'll call back after the Memorial Day weekend to make an appointment. And he did. And I did.
Monday, June 6th. You've heard this part before - I do my job as a taillight inspector for an hour on my way to Tyson's, paying almost $30 in tolls this time. I show up on time, though. They remember me by this point, so I hand them my key and we go about our duties - them, hopefully fixing my truck...me, working for the luxurious waiting area lounge. Walter comes in after about an hour of waiting, "Uh. Mr. Harvey? We don't have your tire." STRIKE 3! "Excuse me?" I gasp, "you mean I came in here for nothing...again?" Now I'm getting angry, but I keep it together. I say, "Ok. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to call me when you put your hands on those tires and then we'll schedule yet another trip to come back. By then, you should have figured out how to make this right. I don't care if it's free car washes, a free tank of gas, taking me out to lunch, whatever. I've spent (if you're tracking) over $70 in tolls, who knows how many gallons of gas (not like it's a Prius), and HOURS of time wasted sitting in traffic, waiting, missing office time, et cetera. As a customer (and someone who's been on their side of the desk before), I feel like it was time to say something. I started to leave, but pulled right back and went to my "guy." "Shane, I don't know what to do, man" I vent, "Someone needs to fix this situation because it's getting out of hand." He ran to get the service manager (another one, not the lady this time). I run him through everything up to this point. He begins to hand me excuses like, "those tires are hard to balance," "it takes time to do the work," "everything on the vehicle is warrantied by Chrysler EXCEPT the tires - those are through Goodyear and Bridgestone can't be put in their place." I tell him it's the needless mistakes of 4 people thus far that he should be apologizing for. Not the tires. I ask him to please make it right, and he replies with "what do you want me to do about it?" At that point, I had a few ideas but I'm a reasonable person. If he would only use his imagination. I would have been happy with a t-shirt or even a beer to take the edge off at this point. Anything to make me feel better about bringing my truck back to them for a fourth time, but nothing was solved.
Two days later, nothing. Walter said they'd be in that night or the next day, so what gives? I call. Sure enough. The tires are there. No one called. Oh well, let's schedule an appointment for the next day at 8am. Perfect. Stay with me - we're almost up to date. I can't say as that I'm looking forward to it, but I get there (kids, traffic, tolls and all). I drop the key off with Walter and assume my position in the waiting area. Feel free to use your imagination, 'cause it's about to happen again.
Walter finds me in the lounge and tells me that one of the weights on the front tire fell off which was why the vibration migrated to the front this time, but the other tires are balancing nicely. The technician was going to take it out for one last test drive and we're good to go. I finally get my key 4 hours after dropping off the truck that morning. I feel like I should start paying Koons rent for all the time I've spent there. Walter crosses his fingers and says, "I think we got it this time. Let me know."
It was the on-ramp to 495 that I knew it. The problem wasn't fixed. STRIKE 4!!! You've got to be kidding me. I thought they drove it? I thought they balanced? That's it. I head back to the dealership. This time, I'm going to take someone out with me and make sure they feel what I feel and we get to the bottom of this. I see Walter and I shake my head. He tells me he'll get the shop foreman to ride with me and that he'll be right out. Ok. And I thought I'd be madder than what I was, but it was almost comical at this point. I see tech after tech walk by. I see the service manager lady. I see the other service manager who I vented to the other day walk by me. Oh, there's Walter again. 10 minutes go by. 15 minutes go by. Now I'm worried I won't be able to go on this little test drive and make it back to work for a very important meeting. Oh, good. Walter, again. "He'll be out in a second," he tells me. I shake my head and think to myself, "okay...I've got about a second left before I really have to get out of here." 5 more minutes go by. I corner the service manager lady. "Excuse me," I say, "I've got to get back to work for a meeting. If someone doesn't come out right now, I'll just have to leave." She acknowledged my concern and went to find Walter. Now 30 minutes have gone by. I couldn't, for the life of me figure out, why I was still standing there. They have yet to prove they can do anything for me and don't seem to care if I stay or go. So I left.
FIVE times I went to that dealership to get this problem resolved. I've been patient. I've been courteous. I've been understanding. Why? Why hasn't anyone taken ownership of this issue and done something about it? And to think. I need to go back. I need to take more time off work, inconvenience the daycare lady again, pay more tolls to get there, waste more time sitting in stupid traffic, get more annoyed about this whole thing. To be honest, I love my truck...but this makes me wish I didn't buy it. It's not worth it. But like an insane person, I'll go back. I'll take the punishment. I'm strong. I can take it. I just hope other people know what they're in for when they deal with the service department at Koons Dodge in Tysons Corner, VA. Here's hoping I get a Mopar t-shirt or a cool RAM coffee mug for my troubles.
Wishing I was a better writer that could weigh down this email with a few more tons of disappointment and exhaustion, but...I just don't have the energy anymore.
With best intentions and sincere concerns,
-