Every time I take my car to the dealership I get this distinct feeling of getting completely ripped off. It starts simply enough with an inexpensive oil change, and it usually ends up with an all out assault on my bank account. It always starts the same way, with one of the car reps coming up to you with a contrite look in his face, quite similar to that of the surgeon coming to tell you that surgery on your loved one did not go quite as expected. Then you are told that the “complementary” analysis of your car's condition has yielded some disturbing results. The dealer is recommending to completely disassemble of the motor, changing all four tires, painting your car a darker metallic color, and changing the upholstery to match the recommended new color. The good news is that, as luck would have it, these services could be done at a 20% discount for being a loyal customer. Bad news, the cost of the repairs will likely force you to take out a third mortgage on your house. So why do I keep bringing the car to a dealer? Well, they do wash my car for “free” every time I come, and they have “free” bagels and WiFi. I am such a sucker for free WiFi... It almost feels like getting a free seafood dinner before being raped, and I fall for it every time...