Weeping Willow Garage Informative - 7 months and counting... Is this ridiculous or what?
WASHINGTON (WARREN COUNTY), NEW JERSEY -- Here is a chronological narrative of the events which transpired over the past 7 months in respect to my interaction with Chuck, the owner of the Weeping Willow Garage in Washington, Warren County, New Jersey:
Friday, April 14, 2006:
My car, a 1987 Chevrolet Camaro Z28, was driven to the Weeping Willow Garage for repairs. I spoke with the owner of the garage and told him that I wanted him to fix the brakes, give the engine a complete tune-up, and check out the vehicle to see if there was anything wrong with it that I didn’t already know about. I told him that since I didn’t not need the car for transportation, time would not be a factor in finishing the repairs, although I made it clear that since I intended on having body work done to the car after it was repaired, I would like the repairs to be completed by the end of the summer at the latest.
Friday, May 5, 2006:
I stopped by the Weeping Willow Garage and dropped off a Hurst Dual Gate Shifter (specifically made to fit the console of 1982-1992 Chevy Camaros equipped with a TH-700R4 Transmission) and asked Chuck to install it for me. He said that he would install it as soon as possible.
Monday, July 24, 2006:
I stopped by the Weeping Willow Garage to check on the progress of the repairs on my car. Chuck told me that although he had fixed the brakes, he had not yet given the car a tune-up, or thoroughly checked out the vehicle. He also told me that the Hurst Shifter which I had given him to install “didn’t fit”. I took back the shifter, and after opening the box, discovered that the shifter had never been removed from its original packaging.
Note: After I returned home, I called the manufacturer of the shifter, Mr. Gasket Corporation, and asked them why the shifter I had purchased wouldn’t fit the vehicle it was supposedly custom made for. I was told that unless the original TH-700R4 transmission had been replaced or modified, the shifter would fit. They told me that since the mechanic never even bothered to remove the shifter from its original packaging, he probably didn’t want to be bothered with installing it. Fortunately, I was able to return the shifter to the company I purchased it from for a full refund.
Friday September 15, 2006:
I called Chuck on the telephone and asked him about the progress of repair to my vehicle. He told me that he hadn’t been able to do any additional work on it because he had been “very busy”. He promised me that he would complete the repairs to my vehicle “by the end of the month”.
Monday, October 2, 2006:
I stopped by the Weeping Willow Garage to check on the status of my car. Since I arrived before Chuck did, I went into the yard and took a look at my car. The car was very dirty and covered in pine needles, and weeds were growing all around the front of the car, which was parked head in against a fence. I got into the car and tried to start it, but the battery was dead. I switched the battery with the one in the car I had driven from home, and although the car had full power, it wouldn’t start. When I tried the ignition, nothing happened. I took the battery out, and put it back into my other car. I asked an employee who had arrived when Chuck would be getting in, and he told me “in about an hour”. I didn’t want to hang around for that long, as I wanted to beat the morning rush-hour traffic on my way back home.
Monday, November 6, 2006:
I stopped by the Weeping Willow Garage with a fully recharged battery which had been in the Camaro. I noticed that the area around the garage, as well as most of the back yard, had been paved with asphalt. My car, which has been parked toward the front of the yard, was now parked in the back of the yard, in an unpaved area. A battery was already installed in the car, and I noticed that wires were hanging from under the dashboard on the driver’s side. I waited for Chuck to come in, as I wanted to speak with him about the condition of my car. When he arrived, I asked him what had happened to my car. He told me that there was something wrong with the alarm/ignition cutoff in my car, which was preventing it from starting. He told me that he cut the wires in order to “jump the starter” so he could get the car running in order to move it so the area where the car had been parked could be paved. I asked him if any additional mechanical repairs had been done since my last visit, and he said no. I told him that since winter was approaching and my car could not be driven in icy road conditions due to the racing tires that were on the car, I wanted all repairs completed by the end of the week (Friday, November 10th). Chuck said that he would have the car ready as requested, and asked me if he could remove the alarm system, as that is what prevented the car from starting. I told him that he could remove the alarm system, but I wanted all of the wires that were cut to be repaired or replaced. I placed the fully recharged battery in the back seat of the car, and asked Chuck to replace the battery which he had installed in the car with my battery. I gave him my cell number once again, and asked him to call me when the car was ready.
Friday, November 10, 2006:
When I didn’t receive a call from Chuck by the end of the week as promised, I called up the garage and asked to speak to Chuck. I was told by the person who answered the phone that Chuck was busy, so I left my name and number and asked Chuck to return my call when he was no longer busy. Chuck never returned my call.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006:
I drove out to the Weeping Willow Garage before dawn and noticed the car was in the exact same position that it had been the week before. My battery was still in the back seat, and cut wires were still hanging from under the dashboard, and when I turned the key in the ignition, the car wouldn’t start. It was obvious that despite Chuck’s promises that the car would be ready; absolutely nothing had been done to my car since my last visit. I returned home disgusted and angry, but not really surprised, as I have been jerked around by this lying sack of schit for the past 7 months! I have no hope or expectation that this scumbag will ever have my car ready. At this point, my only recourse is to file a complaint against him in the Warren County, New Jersey Small Claims Court. However, I realize that I will be challenging this putz on his home turf in a rural yahoo court, and the odds will be against me.
I know that some people will be wondering why I didn't check on the progress of the repairs to my car more frequently, but I didn't think that I had a problem with this mechanic until I realized that he hadn't bothered to complete the repairs on the vehicle by the end of the summer as we had agreed upon! Not only has the repairs on my vehicle not been completed, but the car is in worse shape now than it was when I brought it in! I'm inclined to tell this creep to just keep my car, as after he did God knows what to it, I really don't want it back.