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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

GOOD REVIEW: Super 8 Anaheim

Been a little while since I've updated this, BMW is somewhat on hold until I find the time to start my small claims filing with the courts and all has been mostly well, so I thought I'd start off 2011 with a positive review.

My girl and I decided this year to spend Christmas at Disneyland.  We had never done a multi-day Disney excursion, but we are both theme park enthusiasts and oddly enough it ended up being a relatively cheap option for our Christmas vacation.  We got a 3-day Park Hopper pass, and to help keep costs down we decided to stay at the Super 8 motel that is less than a mile from the Disneyland entrance and just plan on walking there.  I had almost stayed at this Super 8 a few months previous (that story is outside the scope of this article), and while I only got a short look at the rooms I found them to be clean and the facility to be very nice, especially compared to what you expect when you pull into the flourescent glow of the Super 8 signage.  The price was only about $70/night, and considering that it was a holiday weekend and with it's proximity to Disneyland (and with Disneyland parking being approximately 1/5 the price of the motel room) being extraordinarily convenient, we both decided that it would do fine for our needs.

Being road trip people, we are both well versed in the comforts of the cheap hotel room, and we found this Super 8 to be on the upper end of what is normally expected of such places (which is the only scale you can honestly rate them on), nothing fancy, but clean and serves the purpose.  Our stay was uneventful save the fact that it seemed like our upstairs neighbors were having a multi-hour wrestling match on of the nights, and the Disney vacation was a total success.  One slight hiccup was that I had held the room with my AMEX card, but had told the clerk that I wanted to pay with a different one at checkout.  When we checked out very early in the morning (we planned to spend that day at the park and didn't want to come back to check out), the attendant informed me that the card had already been charged and it was too early for a manager to be on duty to reverse the charges and charge the correct card.  This was only a minor inconvenience, but in exchange they allowed us to leave our car parked in their lot for the duration of the day while we went to enjoy Disneyland.  A more than fair trade.

I am reporting this here because when I returned home I discovered an email from Super 8 asking me to fill out a questionnaire regarding my stay.  I generally fill these out when I have time, how else can they know what to improve if you don't tell them, and I gave them a good and fair review of our stay.  In the comments section, out of wanting to be sure I was complete, I mentioned the credit card charging snag, and within eight hours I received the below email from the manager of that Super 8.

These people have totally won my business with this response.  It was totally uneccesary, but shows uncommon integrity in a large corporation.  Thanks Kevin, you are an outstanding manager.

From: Kevin Chen []
Sent: Wednesday, December 29, 2010 4:45 PM
To: Joshua Logan
Cc: Kevin Chen
Subject: Your stay at Super 8 Anaheim/Disneyland Drive

Dear Joshua:

Thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to complete our Guest Survey regarding your recent stay at our hotel.  I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed your stay with us and thank you for giving us wonderful grades. 

Thank you for bringing the billing issue to my attention.  I had a chance to review your reservation and understand that you did not wish to leave the payment on the same card you used to reserve the room.  I apologize for this inconvenience and let me try to clarify our reservation procedure and perhaps you can let me know if this does not meet your need.  Typically we do not authorize the guest's reservation credit card until check in, however, due to the busy holiday we do perform this authorization prior to guest check in because oftentimes the hotel will be holding reservations for guests who have no intension of arriving that day.  Having said that, we can always reverse the authorization and switch the payment to a different card should the guest requests.  I apologize if we weren't able to offer that when you checked out.  If you like I can switch out the payment for you, just let me know which card you'd like to use.   

Again, thank you for completing our survey and if I can be of assistance to you, don't hesitate to contact me directly at 714-778-0350.

Kevin Chen 
General Manager
Super 8 Anaheim Disneyland Drive (

Monday, December 13, 2010

BMW: An Offer is Made?

It's been a little while since I've written, been out of town and engaged in other productive activities whilst BMW "considers" my case.  Last week BMW made an offer to Levy to compensate me, which is at least a basic step in taking some kind of responsibility, but is still entirely impotent compared to the extent of my damages.  All told, in estimates, and reducing BMW's responsibility to only three months instead of five as a good faith gesture - this event breaks down into:

Lease Payments: $1710
Insurance Payments: $435
Auto Registration: $200
Car Rental: $2750
TOTAL: $5095

BMW's offer: The equivalent of two months of lease payments ($1140) + $500 for legal fees.

Apparently they have "carefully reviewed my case", and found no fault for BMW.  If they found no fault, why offer me anything at all?  And if they are offering to reimburse my lease payments - why wouldn't they also offer to reimburse my car rental for that time, too?  This seems like a very lopsided offer, and only furthers my opinion that this corporation cares nothing about its customers - only wants to get the squeaky wheel off their backs.

This offer from them also would, of course, include my necessarily signing a release that would likely include some kind of non-disclosure that would prevent me from continuing to publicise their actions.  At this point, $1100 isn't nearly enough to shut me up.

And so, the fight goes on.

Below is the most recent communication from Avery, BMW's legal council:

From: "" <>
Sent: Fri, December 10, 2010 12:25:44 PM
Subject: Joshua Logan, 2009 BMW Z4, E160844
December 10, 2010

Re:  Joshua Logan
       2009 BMW Z4 SDrive30i, VIN:  E160844

Dear Counsel:

Per our communications up to this point, we carefully reviewed the service records, it is our position that this vehicle does not qualify for repurchase and is not in violation of the Song-Beverly Consumer Warranty Act and the Consumer Legal Remedies Act, as there is no defect in material or workmanship.

Please let me know by December 15, 2010 if your client chooses to accept this offer of two lease payments and  $500 for attorney’s fees, pending a signed and notarized release.

Kind regards,

Avery Dawson
Executive Customer Assistance Manager
BMW of North America, LLC
Customer Relations and Services

(201) 263-8244
(800) 831-1117 ext. 8244
(201) 930-8484
Postal Address
P.O. Box 1227
Westwood, NJ 07675-1227

Friday, November 19, 2010

BMW: Dead Ends

Over the last week, while Levy continues to press BMW (he sent yet another letter to Avery yesterday) I've done a ton of research trying find out if there are any laws in place that protect a consumer in my position.  I've sadly thus far come to the conclusion that I've been stuck in a legal corner that seems to have no remedy.  I've read the entire text of the Lemon Law and the California Consumer Protection Act, and neither of these laws seem to be applicable in my case, and this is probably the reason that BMW has not been responsive to Levy's letters.  Not only do they not care, but it seems that they must know that I have no obvious legal course of action.

I spoke for a while yesterday with a very kind man at the Bureau of Automotive Repair who was incredibly sympathetic, but said there was no avenue he could think of that I could pursue to take this any further.  I very appreciated his call, though.

I also got an email from the producer of the Judge Judy show, which for a moment sparked hope - but I wasn't confident that they would actually be able to do anything for me as getting Corporate BMW to appear on a television show seemed like a very long shot.  I spoke with the producer today, and she confirmed that fear.  She was also incredibly nice and sympathetic, but agreed that BMW would never come on the show.  It was very nice of her to take my call in any case.

It seems like I've been getting a lot of sympathy from a variety of sources, but no one yet has been able to provide suggestions for any further action.  I guess I'll just keep pressing and trying to get this case public, and continue to hope that somehow they respond to Levy's letters.

Outlook is bleak, but I have not in any given up.  There must be something I can do.  Anyone have Schwarzenegger's phone number?  I wonder how they would take a call from Arnold.  It's the least he could do after leaving my state in shambles...

Thursday, November 18, 2010

OFF SUBJECT: Dr. Benjamin Lesin, M.D.

I've often imagined what a real-life experience with someone like the doctor from "30 ROCK", Dr. Spaceman, might be like, but I didn't honestly believe that this kind of thing existed in the real world.  Until now.

About two years ago I discovered what felt like a single grain of sand underneath the thin skin of the under-side of my right wrist.  Over time, this tiny nodule grew little by little from a grain of sand to perhaps the size of half a BB.  It seemed to be attached to the underside of the skin and was not at all interesting or troubling except that if it was bumped or pressed it felt like a sand granule being pressed into the soft tissue underneath.  I am right-handed, and because of the continuous activity of my right hand I found that it got bumped with expected regularity.  Eventually it started to become a little inconvenient for normal life activities or even wearing a watch (yes, I wear it on my right hand though I am right-handed, I don't know why and that is outside the scope of this article).  It was in no way incapacitating, but it did hurt and so upon my exciting qualification for Motion Picture Industry health insurance I figured this was something I could have resolved fairly easily.

I went to see my excellent doctor at the MPI health center, she poked around at it and said it was a little cyst and would likely present no trouble, but because it was indeed causing pain she said she would recommend me to an orthopedic surgeon for further analysis.  A simple extraction could be a little dangerous due to all the complicated biology that occurs in that corner of the body, and we definitely don't want to do anything dangerous in so critical an area.  I received the referral in the mail, and this is what led me to the doctor that is central in this story.  It would be irresponsible of me to mention the name of this doctor to avoid slander, so I will simply call him The Buffoon.  This is, after all, a public format and we must all be cautious in our litigious society.

The Buffoon's office was quite a far drive for me, but since I wanted to have this situation resolved I made the trek to Van Nuys in rush hour traffic for my appointment about a week later.  The office was clean and appeared to be well run, and I was sitting in a patient chamber within minutes of my appointment time.  The Buffoon was about sixty, medium height, pudgy and pasty faced with splotchy reddish skin that didn't look it had seen sunlight in a decade.  His head was topped with thin, salty hair, white wisps of which were pulled over his shiny dome in a last, desperate attempt to maintain the comb-over he had probably had since the seventies.  He shuffled in with a flurry of distracted apologies, he'd been busy that day, and staring at me with his blue/gray eyes that seemed glazed in a translucent haze of red, yellowed teeth chewed as he asked me what the trouble was.

After prodding around at my wrist he determined that the offending fleshy nodule was "a lesion of some kind", and signed me up for surgery at the MPI hospital in Woodland Hills - but first, some x-rays.  The medical assistant shot two sets of x-rays, sent me back to The Buffoon for review (revealing nothing of note) and I was told that I would be called for an appointment at the hospital.  This seemed a little over the top considering the tiny problem that I had, but in these cases it usually seems best to let the professionals guide me.

A few days later I got a call to schedule the surgery, as well as schedule my pre-op appointment and blood tests.  Pre-op and blood tests?  Again, this seemed a little heavy handed, and even though I told them I had a yearly physical only weeks before this apparently was inconsequential as a pre-op, and they needed more blood tests in order to determine what my anesthesia reaction would be.  "Anesthesia?" I asked, "he wants to put me out?"

"Yes," the nurse replied, "but just twilight, no need to put you all the way under. It's just a little complicated of a procedure and some people might freak out a little."  For those of you that don't know me, it takes quite a lot to "freak" me out, and I am certain that I have sustained far worse accidental injuries in my life than this minor surgery would entail, and even with considerable pain and blood streaming from these traumatic injuries I did not "freak out".  But I must concede to a doctor that is supposed to know more than me.  I scheduled the pre-op and blood tests for about a week before the surgery.

When I showed up for the appointment, I mentioned that a work obligation had gotten in the way of my current surgery appointment and I would need to reschedule.  They said it would not be a problem.  After the compliment of weighing, temperature and blood pressure taking I was put into a patient room, asked to disrobe and wait for the doctor.  This was not my normal doctor as she was unavailable, but Dr. Tran was delightful and put me through the half-hour process of what essentially amounted to a physical.  Which I'd had only weeks before with my regular doctor.  Once complete and satisfied he asked to take a look at my cyst and I pointed it out on my wrist.  He felt around the base of my thumb and once he found a mass of muscular tissue asked, "is this it?"  I replied that it was not, and then pointed more specifically at the tiny offending lump.  Dr. Tran blinked, looked at me and said, "that little thing?"  I could see immediately that he was just as puzzled as I was about why a full pre-op had been required, but that is what The Buffoon had ordered and they were obligated to carry it through.  Anesthesia can be testy, you see, and they need to have a complete picture of my health before they know how to treat me.

The fact that I had been put completely under by my dental surgeon for a wisdom tooth extraction (read: violently pulling bone out of my head through my mouth) earlier in the year without this kind of attention was irrelevant, I suppose.

After Dr. Tran ended the appointment with a wordless exit, as doctors are wont to do, I trundled down the hall to have my full panel of blood tests.  The Buffoon had ordered a massive blood panel, never mind that I had just done this as part of my physical as I mentioned before, and again they were obligated to his orders.  Four tubes of my blood were taken for analysis.

As I mentioned, I had to move my surgery appointment for a work obligation and once I did I was then informed by The Buffoon's assistant that I would need to back in for more blood tests, as the tests are supposed to be no more than seven days before the surgery.  I pleaded with her to relieve me of this responsibility as all of my tests over the last year had showed nothing less than a picture of good health - but The Buffoon had spoken and his word was law.  Grudgingly, I went in for a new panel a week later.

It was my first time at the MPI hospital, and I have to say that it was without a doubt the most pleasant hospital experience of my life.  It is a lovely oasis-like facility with a massive outdoor garden and retirement community in the rear, lined with winding paths amongst beautiful old trees, and while I waited for my appointed time I wandered around in the perfect weather, wishing I had time to take a nap in the lush, green grass.  Everyone I spoke with was extremely kind and helpful, and they made me feel like I had found some kind of Utopia amongst medical facilities.

Even though it was an outpatient procedure, I had been assigned a patient bed, and was asked to put on my hospital attire.  I donned the padded paper gown, a plastic hair cap, they taped my earrings to my head to avoid catching them on the medical equipment during surgery, put me in a wheelchair and covered me with a warmed blanket for my roll down to the surgery pre-op room.  Again the staff was incredibly courteous and kind, easy to talk to, and I felt like I was receiving totally personalized attention.  A rare treat in the medical community.  A very friendly male nurse took over the wheel chair and put me into the prep room, equipped with Direct TV, painfully but apologetically installed an IV into the veins on the back of my hand (he said that I had perfect veins - damn right, mister), and left me to enjoy a slow hydrating drip until the doctor arrived for the surgery.

All this time, it must be remembered, I was here to have a tiny cyst removed my wrist, and I felt like I was being prepped for a kidney transplant.  It was like being treated with a medical bazooka when all I needed was one of those little pull-string popper things that shoot a tablespoon of confetti at parties.  It was a really interesting experience, that's for sure, but all the while I'm looking around and thinking about the dollar signs attached to all of this, ka-chink-ing away as I relaxed watching the Discovery Channel.

The big moment finally came, and I was wheeled by a crew of five people into the operating room, which was everything you'd expect a major operating room to be.  Bright overhead lights, cold, and lots of machines going "ping" that I was immediately connected to.  I had a chance to take a look at my own brain waves for a short time, and my last mental image before the lights went out was of a grinning anesthesiologist looking down on me with an expression of unmasked envy.

The surgery went perfectly, and I was shown my extracted flesh in a small vile as I woke up on the table.  The entire event resulted in exactly three stitches, and after a short post-op and a croissant sandwich I was sent home to recover on my couch watching "Dexter".

The wound healed quickly and very well, and two weeks later I returned to the Buffoon to have my stitches out.  It was during this appointment that I resolved to write this article.

I trudged my way back to Van Nuys and waited almost forty minutes before being ushered into the patient room.  After ten more minutes of waiting, The Buffoon joined me in exactly the same state as I had seen him the last time, again apologizing for being so busy.  He looked through my paperwork, which declared that the biopsy had come back with nothing evil contained within my now absent BB of flesh, and that it had been determined to be a DERMATOFIBROMA.  I asked The Buffoon exactly what that meant, and I must admit that this was a loaded question because I could tell from his expression that he didn't know.  I was gratified with a stammering explanation that I could have come up with myself, and it was enjoyable to watch him fumble around with an explanation that attempted to break down the word into its components using simple reason to piece together a vague meaning.  Eventually it came down to "we don't know", which I had already determined.  Interestingly enough, after some home research, that definition is almost exactly what DERMATOFIBROMA means: "a cutaneous nodule of unknown origin" occurring underneath the skin - and no one knows what causes it.  The somewhat ironic difference, however, was that he didn't know what it meant, not that it meant they didn't know.  It's most often found in women, however, so I'm not sure what that says about me...

But aside from that, I was there to get my stitches out, and shortly he began that procedure.  The first two stitches were removed without incident, but as he held on to the final suture with tweezers, pulling it up to be snipped with the medical scissors, the head of the stitch suddenly flew off, leaving the rest of the suture still intact underneath my skin.

"Shit!" exclaimed The Buffoon, "I can't remember the last time that happened."  Immediately it was clear that there was no easy way to get the rest of that suture material without excavation, it was fully buried under my skin.  I could see the small black line of it left sitting perhaps 1mm deep.  He pressed around on it, trying to push an end into grabbing range, then jabbed at it a little with the tweezers resulting in a muffled yelp from me for which he apologized.

The Buffoon then explained my options: "Usually in a situation like this we just wait for the suture material to work its way out, which it will usually eventually do. Or we can dig into it, which I'm not really thinking I'd like to do right now."  But I had come to get my stitches out, dammit, and I wasn't going to stare at this little black line on my wrist for however many years it would take to "work its way out".  "Let's dig, doc," was my decision.

He left the room and the assistant brought in a syringe of clear numbing solution, some rubber gloves, and a cotton ball, which she wet with alcohol.  My friend waited for about as long as it took for the alcohol to on the cotton to completely evaporate before returning to continue.  He wiped the now dry cotton on my wound impotently, the blood pulling off strands of cotton which stuck to my skin.  He then grabbed my wrist and roughly began injecting my little cut with a full CC of numbing solution for my 1/2" cut.

"That sure is a lot in that syringe for such a small area, doc," I observed as he squeezed the syringe hard enough for the fluid to come squirting back out of my skin, generously splattering the table and opposing wall.  "It's not as much as it looks, if I had a larger syringe it would look like less", the Doctor of Medicine observed in return.  He left once again while the solution did its job, leaving me waiting.  With no Direct TV.

I didn't want to tell him how to do his job, but I could have told him that using a tiny needle as a prod to exhume the lost suture was not going to work very well, but at this point my wrist felt like rubber so I was content to watch just how far he would go with this.  He pressed with fingers and tweezers, tried to dig into the now freely bleeding hole, blindly groped with the sharp tweezers, but all to no avail.

"I don't want to send you away with stitches to get your stitches out," he said.  I agreed. 

At one point he even tried to convince me that there actually wasn't anything left to pull out.  I was not satisfied with the explanation as I could easily point to the very obvious black line just under my skin.  The lighting was poor on his little table and he tried to turn on a lamp to improve the situation, clicking the switch back and forth with no result.  Helpfully, I plugged it in for him.

Then, while the needle was probing around the innards of my wrist, the very place that they had been supposing to protect by going all the way to hospital for this surgery - the cell phone in his pocket rang loudly enough to stun small animals in a one mile radius and briefly change the air pressure of the entire office.  Startled, The Buffoon and I both jumped, and all I can say is that I'm glad I was numb at the time.  Without word or acknowledgment, he took the call and left me there.  I could hear his conversation down the hall, and he was gone for such an inordinately long time that I actually began a countdown from sixty at which point I decided I was just going to leave.  Five.  Four.  Three.

And he returned to continue the mission.

Eventually the tweezers tweezed successfully, and the 1/4" piece of suture material left inside me was finally disinterred.  Now complete, he did not bother to clean or sterilize the wound, and his final act was to cover the site with Neosporin directly from the tube on to my bloody skin.  Not on to a cotton swab or other medical type applicator.  Sure glad I don't have anything contagious in my blood for the next person to be serviced in that room.  A butterfly band-aid and that was that.  I was elated to now be finally free of this man.

Until he mentioned that he wanted to see me again in a month to make sure I was healing okay.  "Really?" I blurted, unable to contain my surprise.  "Yes, make your appointment at the desk."   With that The Buffoon's job was done, and off he went to his next life-saving venture.

The woman at the desk asked if I wanted to make the appointment now or call in with a time.  I told her I would call.  This was the final straw for me, and a blatant grab at as much money as the insurance would pay for my case.  A clear abuse of insurance benefits so he could get a few hundred bucks for my next visit to inspect a wound that has clearly, cleanly, and completely healed.  I can't imagine the thousands of dollars this entire event has cost my insurance plan, and if there were a way to apologize to them, I would.  I just wanted my painful dermatofibroma to be removed, not to become part of the insurance problem.  I needed to draw a line.

So, here I will admit to all who have read this far that I lied to the desk lady.  I will not be calling in.

Special thanks to Andrea and Sam for their clever observations, which I have stolen and included here.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

BMW: BMW North America Doesn't Care

Yesterday I got my car back, and it drives like nothing happened.  But something did happen, and after extensive research it seems like there are no apparent laws in place to protect me.  Levy has been as vigilant as ever, but if no actual laws have been broken or contracts violated it doesn't seem like there is much either of us can do.

So I'm going to try and go public.

The following letter has been sent to: The LA Times, CBS News, FOX News, NBC News, ABC News, NPR Radio, Car Talk, Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, The People's Court, and the CW.  I will continue to research news venues that might find this story interesting.  I sincerely hope they do.

Hi there, I have a story that I would love to get covered as public announcement seems to be my only course of action at this point.

On June 1 of this year my leased 2009 BMW Z4 was hit and run by a drunk driver while parked on the street in North Hollywood.  I was not even in town at the time, but returned to find my vehicle substantially damaged.

I called BMW SOS, who sent a tow truck and had the car sent to an authorized repair shop, and of course this damage was fully covered by my insurance.

Over the next several months, my car was continuously held up by parts delays as everything had to be sent on an 8-to-10 days from Germany by BMW North America.  The damage could not be clearly assessed from first inspection, and every time either cosmetic or mechanical parts were discovered to be damaged the car would have to sit and wait for at least 2 weeks to be sent from Germany.  This is a new, stock vehicle (no customization), and these parts delays started to become ridiculous after a while, especially when my rental car insurance ran out.  When the repairs were finally completed at the end of August (meaning it took 3 months to be repaired despite the best efforts of the repair shop), it went to Center BMW (Van Nuys) for final inspection upon which it was discovered that a minor part was damaged, and the dealership could not approve the inspection or release the car to me until this part was received and installed.

The part in question, I discovered later, was a $3.00 plastic connector, and while promises that the part had been ordered and shipped by BMW North America, the part was finally received by the dealer and repairs approved last Thursday, November 11.  This means that my car sat at the dealer for 2.5 months waiting on a $3.00 connector part that could have been taken from another vehicle or off the assembly line in Germany at any time, but the dealer claimed that they could not guarantee this part unless it came from their specific source.  Meanwhile I'm spending money on the lease payments, insurance, and registration on a car I'm forbidden to drive, as well as footing the rental car cost.

I tried to talk with BMW "Customer Service" as well as the dealer where the car was quarantined extensively during this time to find some kind of remedy, but was met with walls and indifference at every turn.  They simply didn’t care and provided me absolutely no help, flexibility, or even apology that this parts delay was costing me so much money (all told over $7500), even when in the last month of waiting during which they could not even give me an estimate as to when the part was going to arrive.  All the while I’m bleeding money.

I have retained a lawyer to speak on my behalf with BMW as my own voice was not being heard in any way, but because this is an accident situation (whether my fault or not), I cannot claim any law breach through the Lemon Law or the Consumer Protection Act, and further inquiries with the Bureau of Automotive Repair and The California Insurance Agency basically ended with them saying there are no laws in place to protect the consumer in this situation.  This is a new, stock vehicle, and apparently they could essentially could have held my car indefinitely, telling me they were doing everything they can – all the while I am bound by my lease contract and payments.  With no remedy, they could have easily, and apparently legally, held my vehicle for a $3.00 part until the term of my lease was up.

This is obviously completely unreasonable.  I am not a greedy consumer going after a large corporation for personal gain, I just want them to make this situation right, and they have not even given me a fair venue in which my matter can be heard.  So I must turn to the news room.

With no other apparent action available to me, it seems that in this situation any judge, jury, or mediator would find their irresponsibility to be negligent, and the only responses that I've gotten from them have been the embodiment of apathy.  Because they know there is nothing I can do.  Even months of letters from my lawyer have incited only responses that say that BMW is in no way responsible for my expenses.

I asked if they could take the part from another car, or off the assembly line in Germany, and they said they couldn't do that.  I asked for them to give me a loaner while we waited (which I get no questions asked if I need so much as an oil change), and was denied without consideration.  No matter what remedies I've sought with BMW, no matter how reasonable, have been wholly denied.

I would love to get these guys in the news paper, on the TV or radio and have them explain to the public how they are justified in this situation, and how this is entirely fair to someone willing to pay for one of their Ultimate Driving Machines.

I don't know if you guys cover this kind of story, but I think that America and the world should see how this big corporation has treated their customers, all the while selling cars to people that think they are getting not only a car, but a lifestyle.

If you want any detailed information I've started a blog to chronicle this journey, and it contains all my interactions/emails with BMW as well as my lawyer.

Thanks for your time and consideration, any help would be greatly appreciated.

Josh Logan

Monday, November 15, 2010

BMW: Calling Any Good Researchers

I got a new email from Levy today chronicling a discouraging exchange with BMW Legal.  On friday he received this email:
From: "" <>
Sent: Fri, November 12, 2010 1:23:06 PM
Subject: Joshua Logan, 2009 BMW Z4, E160844
November 12, 2010

Re:  Joshua Logan
       2009 BMW Z4 SDrive30i, VIN:  E160844

Dear Mr. Levy:

I am in receipt of your letter dated October 21, 2010 proposing BMW of North America, LLC reacquire the above-referenced vehicle from your client.

After carefully reviewing the service records, it is our position that this vehicle does not qualify for repurchase and is not in violation of the Song-Beverly Consumer Warranty Act and the Consumer Legal Remedies Act, as there is no defect in material or workmanship.

Kind regards,

Avery Dawson
Executive Customer Assistance Manager
BMW of North America, LLC
Customer Relations and Services


Levy replied thusly:


Sent: Sunday, November 14, 2010 5:22 PM
Subject: Re: Joshua Logan, 2009 BMW Z4, E160844

Dear Mr. Dawson:  While I do not agree with your assessment of the qualifications of this case for purposes of the Lemon Law-  there is certainly the issue that the public is entitled to have parts for their vehicle available from the dealer within a reasonable period of time.  Further, the the evaluations of the vehicle would have been comprehensive and thorough so that the parts being ordered were not spread over months of time.

I would ask you to consider what you might be able to offer my client for the egregious conduct and unreasonable delays.

This was disappointing as my situation does not seem to be covered by these laws as they refer mostly to manufacturing defects or corporate misrepresentations.  While Levy does his thing, I decided to do some cursory research on California laws that might protect me, but didn't come up with much.

My first hit was to the California Bureau of Auto Repair, which seemed to at first be an agency that might be able to help, so I sent them an email stating my case.  Very shortly afterwards I got an email back from them saying I should contact the State of California Department of Insurance to see if they could help.  I went to their website and was forced to send them an email limited to 500 characters describing my situation.  Needless to say I wasn't able to say too much, but now I guess I'll wait to see what they have to say.

It is amazing that I continue to hit these walls in my search for justice as this is so clearly an unreasonable situation.  I'm sure that I'm not the first person to encounter this problem, but so far in my search there doesn't seem to be any legal remedy for this egregious lack of responsibility.  Under these circumstances it seems like BMW would have the right to hold my car indefinitely all the while I'm still tied to my lease and insurance responsibilities, as well as any ancillary costs.  If this part were just wholly unavailable, under the apparent law, they could have the right to hold the car for the full term of the lease and just be able to sit and watch me bleed.

Anyone out there who might know if there are any laws or regulations that might protect me I would love to know.

As of 3pm PST I still have not received word that my insurance company has approved the final claim approval.  I'm still waiting.

Thanks for reading.

Friday, November 12, 2010

BMW: I Almost Can't Believe It

My mechanic called me yesterday to let me know that Center BMW finally received the connector, and they had finished work on the car.  As I spoke to her the car was on its way back over to their shop and the State Farm insurance adjuster was being scheduled to come and approve the car and the final repair invoices.  As soon as that happens, either today or Monday - I can actually go and pick it up.

If I get the car back today, this whole process will have taken FIVE MONTHS and TWELVE DAYS - or ONE-HUNDRED-SIXTY-FIVE DAYS from the time the car landed at Best Car.  This is only a couple months shorter than the length of time I had the car from the time I got it.  Amazing.

I'm rather torn about getting the car back, now, as this has been such a prominent issue for so very long - it has taken up almost half of this year.  I feel disgusted with BMW, and I don't ever want to get back inside another one - but I'm going to try my best not to hold it against the car as I drive it for however long it takes my legal proceedings to unfold.

This process has been so brutal that the very concept of actually getting the car back seems foreign.  It's hard for some part of my brain to accept that I will finally be able to get out of my series of rental cars and back into something that I enjoy driving, but I'm worried that every time I get into that car it is going to remind me of this struggle and bring on nausea rather than excitement.  It will always represent a somewhat traumatic experience that I've tried to handle with good humor - but has now bled into the rage of one that has been unjustly punished and damaged for something entirely out of his control.  At first it was anger at the moron that hit me, then at the mechanic, then at Center BMW, then at BMW North America and logically to the BMW corporation as a whole - and now I'm having to reason with my internal demons not to hold this event against Germany itself.

I'm happy to have stopped the bleeding, but at this point it's going to be a hesitant relationship with my poor, limping car until I can hand it back to BMW and get into something shiny, dependable, and Japanese.

Thanks for reading.