Okay. So I picked my car up last night from the dealership. They assured me it was "good to go." I drove home and parked it in the garage.
This morning I got in it and started driving on the freeway to work. Almost to my exit -- yep, you guessed it. All the lights came on, it started shaking, the same problem it was in the shop for for over two weeks.
I managed to get off the freeway on the correct exit, and limped to the office. I backed it in my parking space and called the dealership to send a wrecker. That conversation .... well, how should I put this? I think I might have gone a bit Cajun on them.
Later they called and said they had to keep it -- no kidding! -- and they would arrange for a rental. This was 1:00. It went all downhill from there. The rental company didn't come get me from work until 6:20, and I had to take the guy back to his office, which was in the other direction from where I needed to be. I was over an hour late to my dinner meeting.
Tomorrow it gets serious with these folks. I'll call the attorney and find out my options. I'm thinking lemon law here.
I had the car a whole 12 hours, 11 of which it was parked in my garage.
I hate this vehicle. It's no longer the QuiltMobile. It's just a vehicle.