The one good thing I can say about my original SA (and I wonder if he's still stalking me here. Ya hear that?????? Probably is when he's not super busy as he always claimed he was) is when I finally was ready to test drive the Macan, he tossed me the key. I said aren't you coming with me? He said no, you've been in here a number of times, I know you by now. Go have fun.
That's what sold me on the Macan lock, stock and bagel, or is it pickle barrel? I drove that S like I stole it. Ain't nothing like wagging the tail of that big bad dog around a highway on ramp left hand sweeper.
That's another reason, the opposite in fact, of why I rarely test drive cars. The salesman comes along, blabbing his trap on and on and on about the virtues when chances are I know way more about the car than does he (I should say she, and while I am the furthest thing from a chauvinist, what with 3 older sisters, two daughters, and my dearly departed mom who would have kicked my arse if I was one, I had one female SA years back, she was dishonest and soured me on female car sales persons), the ride is make a right, make a left, and turn around and come back. A complete waste of time.