My father had always warned me about used car dealers and to not let them draw you in, and I really should have listened to him when it came to the first guy I saw. He was very cocky and very arrogant and made it out like he was doing me a favor by selling me a car. I was 18 years old and working at a grocery store, and he got me into a financing plan that cost me so much of what I made each week that it was not really worth it.
On top of that, there was a problem with the car's transmission, and I had to bring it back in to have his mechanics look at it. After a week, I finally called him and asked about the status. He told me that I could come and pick it up and that the mechanic had done some “tinkering” with the transmission and it was running better. It was not, and I soon discovered that was the used car dealers way of saying you're on your own. I got rid of the car almost immediately.