Izzy, Izzy, Izzy! Who knew that buying a car could be so much damned trouble? My dealer told me that to register my car in SC, I'd need to go to a SC DMV with my title and register it there, pay the sales tax there, and apply for tags. Great. But- he couldn't give me the title. He wasn't allowed to give it to me. He had to send it to the DMV, and then I would go there and get everything taken care of. Great. So, I gave him the address of the DMV off of 61 and Wappoo Rd, but when I went to get my license made, I found (very rudely and abruptly, I thought) that they wouldn't do that there. Fine. So I called my dealer and gave them the address of the Leeds Ave DMV, because they could do that there. No problem, said the dealer- the title hadn't even been put in the mail yet. Well, I went to the Leeds Ave DMV to see if they'd gotten it yet, and lo and behold - they won't accept Jack Shit from the dealer. Great. Their policy is to send it back to the dealer. So, I called my dealer again and relayed what I had been told (again, rudely and abruptly). He was unaware of any restriction like that, but told me he'd do some digging around and get to the bottom of it. My title had already been mailed. The next day, he said that he'd talked to the DMV in South Carolina and they had received my title and had sent it back to him, but as long as he sent the monies in with the title, they'd process it and I could get it all taken care of then. Fine. So, while he waited for the title to make its way back to him, he said I'd need to send a check to him for the SC sales tax and the registration fee, $315. He then would send a company check with my title and overnight them both back to the SC DMV and that way, I could get everything taken care of. Great. Three weeks go by...no word. I've made a nuisance of myself by calling my dealer so often to find out if he'd gotten my title back in the mail, and every time he told me no, he hadn't. Finally, I spoke with a person at the Leeds Ave DMV (and I tell you, trying to get someone on the phone there was like pulling teeth!), and he said he'd do some hunting for me, and asked when my tag expired. Tuesday, I told him. Tuesday of this week. It was already Thursday. He said he'd get me a 45-day tag, which would give me until September 8th to get this mess resolved, and in the meantime, he'd look into the business of my title. When I got to the DMV on Friday, he'd found nothing - no record of ever receiving and then sending back anything from my dealer. I bought a 45-day tag, and he told me ever so courteously that my best shot was to request a duplicate title from my dealer. I told my dealer this and he said he'd talk to the people at the DMV right then, and then call me back. He did, and said that they'd have to launch an inquiry into finding my title, and that he'd have to talk to them on Tuesday (it was almost 5 o'clock on Friday at the time), and he'd let me know what to do on Tuesday. So that's where I am - stuck, but at least my tag is no longer expired, and is no longer sitting propped up in my back window. My dad, though, thinks that the dealer hasn't done a damn thing for me. The dealer has already sold me the car - and has my money - and from my bank statement, has already cashed the $315-check I sent. What futher use do they have for me? I can't think like that - I'll go crazy. I know I'm gullible, I know I believe whole-heartedly the things people tell me, no matter the circumstances or the amount of alcohol they've consumed, and I ususally end up getting the shaft. But I'm going to trust my dealer on this matter - he sounds honest. I just hope it can all get resolved before my tag expires again. At least I have nothing to do this weekend...I can spend every moment worrying about my damn title. What joy!