It started the way these stories always do: A luxury car that looked like trouble in heels. She…read morehad the curves, the shine, the kind of allure that makes you stop thinking and start believing. Except the first time I met her in a PNW downpour the windshield wiper flapped uselessly like a limp handshake. Replacing the wipers was contractual. Basic safety. A correction to meet the State's prim-and-proper dress code. Still met with a laissez-faire attitude. When I picked her up, her glasses were still broken. I took the fix into my own hands--parts shop on the way home, a couple of tenners, a little elbow grease, done. Next up, the key fob. The emergency key was missing, the kind of detail that only matters when it matters. I brought it up, like an old lover who still believes a wrong turn should end with a nightcap and an apology. Instead, it turned from good cop to bad cop faster than a red carpet turns into a doormat. Then Murphy made a house call. The battery went low. She wouldn't let me in, like a partner who caught me gambling with the rent money. I used my one free call to get a locksmith to bail me out. Time and money burned on something promised on the first date. Next the check engine light blinked into life like it couldn't wait to hand me a bill and a lecture. Still loyal, I went back to them instead of the brand shop off the two one seven. One tip slipped across the bar after another. Reassurance she was safe to take out on the town without having to constantly look over my shoulder. It was just a false trail that kept circling back to the same code I heard on the scanner from day one. I was being led on a wild goose chase and suspected I was the stuffing. After months of silence and no new leads I picked up the phone to reopen the case, like a jilted ex dialing a number I know I shouldn't. The witnesses had "left." The records were "tied up." I was told the specifics about the prior investigation were withheld for "legal reasons." It read like the old standards had left the building, and she'd taken her charm with her. Trusting my first instinct, I took the old girl to the brand shop, the place that spoke her native tongue. They handed me the facts. No passing the buck. No song and dance. Workmanship you could hang your hat on. I'd finally gotten the full meal deal, but I'd lost my wallet in the process. I figured I'd give Freeman one last chance to make things right. I'd played this scene before, back when deals were clean and handshakes meant something. Back then, I had a number in my head and they hit it like a sharpshooter. This time it was a slow middle school dance on a wet gym floor, and every step felt wrong. The numbers didn't add up, even the Kelly Blue Boys gave me the kind of look you save for a three-card monte table. Sure, I could take a bruising, but I hadn't signed up to get rolled. The relationship ended with a love letter that read like a case file, our entire history laid out in black and white, followed by a reply that never came. Freeman was a name I'd trusted since I was a rookie twenty years back, the door I knocked on when I wanted a fair and honest deal, the place I sent friends, family, and associates. Somewhere along the way, it seemed they traded the Freeman name for the Saul Goodman Sunday Special. In this town, some places sell you a promise the way a magician sells you a trick. You watch the shine. You miss the move. I gave them every chance to play it straight, but instead I got a different story each time, ended up with the bills, and found myself alone in the rain without an umbrella. Ragged, like a mark who realized the gig too late, I closed the file, because sometimes that's the only win you get. Take a walk. Don't look back. The rain will wash the footprints away.

Easier, most straightforward dealership I've ever known. I went in was met by Edgar who is so kind…read moreand helpful. Took a test drive, looked at all the cars I was interested in and some that were outright fabulous. But no pressure, chose a vehicle, got a very good deal and everyone was super great at their job.

If I could give them 0 stars I would.... didn't even have my truck a full year and the motor is…read moreblown... it had some sort of electrical problem and wasn't aware of it till after it blew. I wish I wouldn't have given them a second chance... Yes I did regular oil changes and everything. As far as I could tell up till it blew everything was fine but looking at it closer after words it looks like the oil pump went bad. And they wash every area they can get to heads up..... when after a week of owning it started showing signs of failed gaskets(ie rear pinion seal, front diff cover) I talked to them about it and they basically said that it's your problem now.... I'm soooo glad I asked them if they actually looked it over and fixed anything that needed fixed and they can sleep at night saying they did...

This was hard to write a negative review on a couple young guys trying to make something for…read morethemselves but I felt like I needed to based on my experience this morning. To keep from making this too lengthy, I'll just give you guys some advise: When someone calls on a vehicle to make sure there won't be any surprises, be honest. The tires (especially the front) where in horrific shape, the body on the rear passenger side had some recent shoddy work done to it with a satin finish on a high gloss truck. Kinda stood out. Jimmy rigged wiring to a navigation system that no longer worked, and a thousand more miles than listed after only "3 weeks" of owning it. I asked Victor 3 times how long he was working from that specific location. He said 18mo. I immediately asked again and he said, "well, like a year". I said that I knew they had only been in the building for a bit over 2 months and he replied, "well, it's more than 2 but maybe like 8 or something." I specifically asked and was specifically told everything was working great and there would be no surprises. There was some more stuff but I don't feel like writing it all. The moral of the story is to be upfront and I could have delt with it for a better price or just not wasted either of our time.

My husband Tim and I enjoy working with Juan Diaz. He worked well with our young adult kids with…read moretheir first checking accounts and he has always been awesome to work with on our accounts. Juan is a keeper and an asset to First Tech. Tim & Kathy Boles Members for decades

Juan Diaz at Keizer branch is always so helpful. He takes his time and reviews your accounts to see…read moreif there are any benefits you are not using to get the maximum out of your banking. Excellent service every time

Least helpful chase I've ever had the displeasure of going too, from out of town came in to handle…read morea few quick things and the gentleman with the rainbow pin acts like it's the biggest inconvenience he's ever dealt with. With strongly discourage anyone from using this branch.

This chase is not very helpful. They only think about themselves and making sure they can leave…read moreearly even though no one is there. I just needed one question answered and they couldn't even take the time to say hello.

The staff here are always friendly and welcoming! The branch itself is beautifully decorated and…read morewell maintained!

Slowly moving my personal and business accounts from large national bank to WVB, a local bank…read more Because of experiences with another local bank decades ago, I'd always thought local banks were stuffy places for "old money", but Willamette staff are top-notch, friendly and knowledgable.

Came here to get cash due to a company's CC machine being down, and I couldn't even use the drive…read moreup ATM as it was down to pull cash and only make deposits! Not convenient at all for customers

Have have had employees tell lies per request of manager. First time I was told, they "" could no…read morelonger provide copies of bank statements at the drive through,"" and that,"" If I wanted a print out I would have to come inside."" I asked the employee," when did this start?"" Employee responds,"" Today."" I asked, "" Since when?"" Employee responds, "" Just now."" ( manager had just left the employee at the window just before I pull up to the window and had this conversation above). Next, 3 weeks late, (today 5-22-24), I hear the manager's voice on the intercom outside while waiting next inline at the drive through. I pull up to the drive through ( again, manager, had just left the drive-up window), another employee tells me, ""If you want a cashier's check you need to come in..."" I asked again, "" When did this start?"" His response was, "" we started this since post Covid."" Lastly, I have been banking at the Keizer branch for years. I have had issues walking and standing after 2 back surgeries and tramatic brain injuries. Likewise, Going into the bank is a physical hardship for me and this branch manager has repeatively singled me out. This bank manager is having the employees lie for her about services provided. I have been purchashing monthly cashiers checks for house payments for years at this branch (at the drive through ), and it's never been a post-Covid decision to not sell at the window untill today. My review is related to poor customer service, lying to justify not providing service and management having not yet learned principles before personalities and being bias towards specific people. This is definitely POST-Covid, after being with maps for 8 years now (that's roughtly 90 checks). There are other incidents were I have heard the manager make comments that are very unprofessional and demonstrates she feels under appreciated and this bank manager doesn't treat all people the same. I invite the banks administration office to contact me related to this bank manager's behaviors.

Worst banking experience ever! Our truck was financed through them. Went in to pay off loan today…read more No real in person available. There were people at desks there. Had to log in to a machine and deal with a video person. Just a receipt for our payment and said to call them if title not received in 30 days. No way will I ever deal with them again. Worst customer service. Well actually, no customer service.

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