Aw, poo.
I finally had time to call all the hire firms to sort out a car for Denver – San Francisco. I made a booking a week ago through Alamo’s website, but I wasn’t quite clear on the insurance situation.
The first thing to note is that it’s much quicker and more pleasant to call than it is to poke around websites. It’s funnier, too, depending on who’s on the other end of the line.
So, the Alamo booking was fine, and their price was competitive with others’ too. But that meant that Hertz’s Ford Mustang deal really wasn’t all that much more. I mean, something like 20% more, which is a chunk of change, but… a Mustang… through the desert in America… it’s quite an image, no?
I could feel my resolve weakening. Much as I think American sports cars are, basically, crap, the mystique of driving a Mustang through Death Valley has tremendous appeal. I made one more call, to the last hire firm on my list, while I thought about it.
Damn, but National undercut everyone else by $300. So I’ve booked a crappy Pontiac with them.