Warrantied or not, my initial reaction was, well … ticked off, frankly. Initially at my daughter, who I immediately assumed was at fault. (Hey, I’ve seen what my kids can do to cars, sue me.) Her retort, dripping with sarcasm and accompanied by the weaponized eyeroll mastered by daughters everywhere was, “Yeah, Dad, I’m SOOOO sorry. In between working full time and taking care of a baby, I’ve been going off-roading.”
Okay, so not her fault.
It took me a hot minute to realize that no single FoMoCo engineer could possibly be responsible for all the stuff that had (to my thinking, anyway) prematurely failed on the zillionth Escape that had rolled off the assembly line four years ago.
Nothing to be gained by directing my ire at the Big Blue Oval.
My last stop was the Ford dealer who’d claimed the repairs were necessary, noting that a deductible payment totaling several hundred dollars would be due and applied toward their cost of the repairs, per the terms of the CPO warranty. Cynic that I can be, now I’m thinking, “Sure, the dealer gets paid by Ford and me for repairs that probably aren’t necessary.”
Imagine how pleasantly surprised I was to receive this video via text message from that dealer, proving me 100% wrong.