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my favourite car

This article is a part of the My Favourite Car Story series, where we are asking readers to submit their most memorable stories.

I had just been hired for my first real job in 1997 and for the first time in my life was making real money. I needed a car for work and decided to pick out something fun. I had always loved the look of the Volkswagen GTI and been partial to VW's since my Uncle had a Scirocco some 20 years before.

One sunny day, I went into a VW dealer and took a GTI for a test drive with a reluctant saleswoman.

What a car! Five minutes into the test drive, I loved the car. Acceleration, handling, and a sense of quality were all amazing. I had a taste of German engineering and I now I needed a steady fix. All of a sudden, the saleswoman blurts out, "You're wasting my time. You have no intention of buying this car." I ask her why she would say that. She said I was driving like a sissy. Except she didn't use the word sissy. I was furious.

When we pulled into the dealership I got out of the car and walked away. "See, I knew you were wasting my time," she yelled.

I immediately drove two hours to another VW dealer and right there out in front of the showroom was a shiny, red '97 GTI. I went straight to the first salesperson I saw and made a deal.

I took delivery of my new GTI a couple days later, but was in a rush to get out of there. I didn't even want the full walk-through of all the car's features. "Why are you in such a rush?" the excellent sales person asked. "I have something I really want to do." I replied. I hopped into my new car and drove the 2 hours to the first dealership. What a drive! I loved it.

The sun was setting as I pulled into the dealership, but I could see the offending saleswoman in the showroom. I parked my new car right in front of the doors, in plain view. I walked right over to her, dangling the car keys. Right there in front of a showroom full of her colleagues I said, "I guess I wasn't really wasting your time, was I?" Her jaw hit the floor as I peeled out of the parking lot with a huge grin on my face.

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