I fell in love with a shiny new burgundy 90's vintage top of the line
F-150 with the big V8 that was sitting on a raised pedestal in front of
a local Ford dealer's showroom.
Out on the test drive, I noticed a rough idle which the salesman assured
me was common in those engines until they broke in for a few thousand
miles. Overcome with lust as I was, I chose to believe the
silver-tongued devil, took out my checkbook and drove it home.
6,000 miles and several different Ford dealer service departments later,
it still shook sitting at a red light. By now, that feature was labeled
"normal for that engine."
Complaints to Ford HQ in Michigan brought some regional service experts
to work on it with some small improvement.
A subsequent certified complaint letter to Hank The Deuce himself
resulted in a return letter over his signature (mechanically done, no
doubt) quoting from the regional service guys' reports that implied I
was a picky crank who loved to complain.
I was so pissed I sold the truck.
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Why is it that the people who want more government control over your
life are the same ones who want you to be disarmed?