Saw that my local Chevy dealer had a nice, bright, Victory Red Camaro up on its terrace display today. I couldn’t resist the urge to have a look at it, even though I had just filled my car with cold dairy products and it was close to 100° out. Anyhoo, the car was nice enough. It was a V6 RS with no sunroof and auto. Not what I’d want, but it was nice. List was $27K+. Get this: the dealer added a $5000 “market adjustment.” But wait, there’s more! How about a $695 “Desert Protection Pkg.”? They also added . . . you’d better sit down . . . $999 for Nitro Tires. It was explained on another car’s sticker that it’s a lifetime supply of nitrogen for the tires. Wow, just wow. This at a dealer that’s got one foot in the grave, too. When the salesman came up to me, all excited and shit (I drove up in my BMW), he was all “Heeeeyyy, how can I get you in this baby today?” I calmly said, “I’ll write you a check now for dealer invoice + $500. Minus $1998 for having the nerve to charge $999 for that Nitrogen scheme.” His jaw dropped and he looked rather upset. He finally said, “Well, I’ll have to talk to my manager about that.” I said “Don’t bother, I wasn’t going to buy the car anyway. I am however going to report this scam to every local TV channel and the AG. Take care.”