So I'm at the dealership (Walter's) on Friday to pickup some parts for a 928. I park in the 'Customer Parking' area to be greeted with foul looks and rude smirks by all of the salespeople in the lot. While smiling and kindly saying hello, they turn away in disdain. What, so it's not a Boxster or 997? What should I care... the people behind the parts counter are awesome (always ask for Mike Butler), and Craig is a pretty awesome guy. I come out of the parts and service area to see a young guy talking to an elderly fellow near my car. Yes, the one with a HUGE dent in the door and rear panel. Behind my car is also a delivery truck blocking me in. The elderly person walks off and the young guy asks me if the rustoleum is mine. "Yeah it is!"
We chat for a bit. Turns out Dave (that's his name) is starting out as a driver for Walter's, aiming for a Tech position. He also owns a pearl white 914 (couldn't see it). Naturally I referred him to check out the board here and sign up, because our group here in the Riverside area is pretty active (funrun time methinks!). Dave was really cool. I don't know if he's signed up yet, but hey! Maybe we got another to add to our ranks?
PS: Screw the dealership Sales-people. They're assholes most of the time anyways.