The chiseled frame and powerful engine of a chevrolet wrapped in the elegant exterior of the Tahoe was too much for me to resist. This was a want, and boy did I want it.
My week started out after a failed attempt to purchase a Tahoe. Despite my best negotiations, the dealer wouldn't budge from his starting price. I'm talking not even one cent. Maybe this was because the car was located in one of the more affluent areas of Chicago or maybe it was because this 18 year old kid had only sold three cars all month. I'm going with the latter. Regardless, I left dejected and frustrated. I could barely concentrate at work the rest of the week because now that I had a taste of that sweet, sweet ride.
Then, classy did her internet sleuthing and found one in what can only be described as the country. I'm talking right price, right package, just perfect. After about an hour and half ride from the suburbs of Chicago we pulled up to this Chevrolet dealership in the middle of nowhere. Best decision ever. The salesmen came up and greeted us immediately and couldn't have been nicer. At that moment, I knew this was the place I was getting the Tahoe. After some small talk, we got down to negotiations. Complete 180 degrees from the previous dealer. I negotiated what I thought was a very fair price and even got the salesman to take an extra $150 off at the end. His exact words, "Ya, it doesn't really matter what I sell this to you for because I get paid anyways." Cherry on the top. I would recommend buying a car in the country to everyone because it was the least stressful and fair car deal I have ever been involved in.
3 hours later and I am walking out with this beauty, a brand new Z71 Tahoe:
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