A rainy day on March 4th is a good sign!  The residual snowbanks along the county roads are beginning to melt as well. It makes for unenviable competition after a car wash; but otherwise the signs of springtime are welcome and tolerable.

But not all is bumps-a-daisy!

My partner and I have come to the conclusion that the problem with internet connection while using the Cadillac wifi is the Cadillac itself, not the internet or the numerous buttons on the touchscreen Infotainment system. Nor is the problem the background satellite connection. Nor the location of the vehicle.

I had a similar dilemma with Cadillac years ago. After a similarly prolonged and, frankly, tarsome investigation they ended replacing the defective module (or whatever it was called) in the car. I am suspecting that once GM has exhausted every other possible blame for the problem, they’ll end doing the same.  Meanwhile I await.  I have told the dealer principal for Reid Bros the current status.

While I recognize the internet connection is superfluous (because our Bell Canada data connection on the iPhone works perfectly well) it nonetheless perturbs me that a new car does not work as intended and as expected. Granted, the GM staff appear to be working on it but getting there has not been without its difficulty (from the ground up).  Specifically the dealership employees (including both the dealer principal and the salesperson) needed a boot to get on the move.

Long ago I have learned to dismiss the option of changing horses in the middle of the fray. The problem, more often than not, is humanity, not some specific contamination peculiar to one retailer as opposed to another. As in most difficulties the answer requires accommodation and patience (admittedly characteristics not among my native strong points).

I have also learned that perseverance is required since otherwise it is a fruitless endeavour. I hate conceding that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. But often there is no alternative but to make a fuss.

The final admission to be made is that in the proverbial scheme of things, it’s small potatoes!  It is also moderately embarrassing that I allow these trifling matters to get under my skin.