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CarMax Warranty

On December 8, 2012 – a date that will live in Internet infamy – I purchased a six-year-old Range Rover from used car retailer CarMax with a six-year, bumper-to-bumper aftermarket warranty. In less than 18 months, my warranty had paid for itself – and my most popular series of columns was born. These columns have inspired hate from Land Rover, love from CarMax, and dozens of e-mails from readers all across the country telling me that they, too, have taken the CarMax plunge. Trust me: you won’t regret it. Unless you buy a Toyota.


My Parking Sensors Failed: Another CarMax Warranty Update – June 9, 2015

Today, I write to you as a happy man. I say this because I made it 4,000 miles between repair visits to the Land Rover dealer. And then I almost backed into a tree.


My Air Suspension Failed Again: Another CarMax Warranty Update – February 4, 2015

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There comes a time in the life of every Land Rover owner when he thinks about his children. Specifically, he thinks: “What’s a more reliable way to get my children to school: Drive them in my Land Rover? Or let them carpool with a heroin addict?”


You Can’t Get a Cheap CarMax Range Rover Warranty Anymore – November 6, 2014

Ladies and gentlemen, it has come to an end: you can no longer get a Range Rover from CarMax with a cheap bumper-to-bumper warranty.


My Horn Stopped Working: Another CarMax Warranty Update – August 5, 2014

So I’m driving along the other day, and I get up behind this woman in a Passat with out-of-state plates. This poor woman: it was raining, it was late at night, and she probably had no idea how to get around in the big, unfamiliar city. She was lost, confused, disoriented, unsure of herself.

So unsure, in fact, that she came to a complete stop in the only lane at a green light, where she probably began silently sobbing, wondering where the hell she was. It was at this moment that I came up behind her and did what any caring, compassionate individual would do: I leaned on the horn for the better part of a minute.


Another CarMax Warranty Update: My Air Suspension Failed – May 19, 2014

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So I’m sitting at a stop light the other day, minding my own business, thinking about all the major problems that currently affect our society (“Why doesn’t Chipotle have cheese dip?”). And that’s when it happened: the front end of my Range Rover lifted up several inches, entirely on its own. It was at that moment I knew my warranty had just paid for itself.


Another Update: Owning an Unreliable Car With a CarMax Warranty – April 8, 2014

You would think the Ferrari is all anyone would ever want to talk to me about. You’d think I would get invited to secret parties in cool old warehouses, warehouses so swanky that they’re referred to as “event spaces,” and tall women with long, slender legs would come over and say: “Are you the guy with the Ferrari? It’s SO nice to meet you. Why aren’t you wearing any pants?”

But that’s not what happens. Instead, what happens is, I’ll meet up with someone, maybe a fellow Jalopnik reader just like you, and we’ll go for a ride in the Ferrari. And we’ll be sitting there, shifting through the gears, engine roaring behind us, speedometer climbing, exhaust note screaming, and we will, in this highly exciting time, in this bright red Italian sports car, invariably start discussing CarMax.


One Year With a CarMax Warranty and an Unreliable Used Car – December 17, 2013

Well, folks, it’s been a year. For many of you, this immediately begs the question: A year since what? But there’s a select group of readers out there who knows exactly what I’m talking about; a privileged class of readers who’s aware of this highly important milestone. These would be the readers who saw the headline.


Why Your Next Unreliable Car Should Come From CarMax – July 17, 2013

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Some of you know that I drive a Range Rover. For those of you who don’t, I’m telling you now: I drive a Range Rover. And you can read all about it in my book, which many of you excitedly told me that you can’t wait to begin reading while sitting on the toilet.