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My wife has a Fiesta 1.4 Diesel which has developed a tappety noise.
A bit of investigation has revealed it's not a mechanical noise, even though it sounds that way. It's air escaping from the injector seal on No.4, which apparently is a common problem.
While I had all the plastic crap off the top of the engine, I realised it wasn't a job I fancy doing, as although I can see the injectors, getting to them is a different matter, as loads more plastic crap, fiddley plugs which you break before figuring out how they have to come apart, etc. must come off before getting to them.
I figured it's probably a 3 hour job, and while it's being done the alternator belt could be changed, to save taking all the plastic off again in the near future. Say 4/5 hours max.
Sod it, I'll pop it into the local Ford dealership with the big shiny glass fronted showrooms, with men in suits looking very busy dashing about from one desk to another with bits of paper, and the big shiny workshops with rows of 4 post lifts, and very clean "Technicians" in posh coveralls also walking about looking very busy and purposeful.
I asked my wife to call them to book it in, and ask them how long the job would take them, and also if they have a courtesy car (Which my wife pays them an annual insurance fee of €40)
Oooh, lots of sucking through teeth, at least a day, maybe more...
Then it turns out that the courtesy car insurance, which can only be canceled if my wife cancels it, haven't been stopping the fee....
"We'll call you back before 4.00pm." That was yesterday. Still waiting for the call.
Ironically, I just had a follow up call from Ford Spain, asking me if I had my test drive of a new Kuga months ago!
She wanted to know why I haven't done the deal?
I told her apart from the fact it took lots of cajouling to get the salesman to let me drive one, I didn't like the car after all, and it was guttless compared with my Navara.
Plus when we where doing the numbers, the salesman cocked the deal up, and serously pissed me off to the point I wouldn't buy a car off him if it was the best car in the world! But that's another very long story.
Why did I even consider going back to these jokers to get my wifes car sorted?
I'm off to a corner, to go and have a word with myself!
A bit of investigation has revealed it's not a mechanical noise, even though it sounds that way. It's air escaping from the injector seal on No.4, which apparently is a common problem.
While I had all the plastic crap off the top of the engine, I realised it wasn't a job I fancy doing, as although I can see the injectors, getting to them is a different matter, as loads more plastic crap, fiddley plugs which you break before figuring out how they have to come apart, etc. must come off before getting to them.
I figured it's probably a 3 hour job, and while it's being done the alternator belt could be changed, to save taking all the plastic off again in the near future. Say 4/5 hours max.
Sod it, I'll pop it into the local Ford dealership with the big shiny glass fronted showrooms, with men in suits looking very busy dashing about from one desk to another with bits of paper, and the big shiny workshops with rows of 4 post lifts, and very clean "Technicians" in posh coveralls also walking about looking very busy and purposeful.
I asked my wife to call them to book it in, and ask them how long the job would take them, and also if they have a courtesy car (Which my wife pays them an annual insurance fee of €40)
Oooh, lots of sucking through teeth, at least a day, maybe more...
Then it turns out that the courtesy car insurance, which can only be canceled if my wife cancels it, haven't been stopping the fee....
"We'll call you back before 4.00pm." That was yesterday. Still waiting for the call.
Ironically, I just had a follow up call from Ford Spain, asking me if I had my test drive of a new Kuga months ago!
She wanted to know why I haven't done the deal?
I told her apart from the fact it took lots of cajouling to get the salesman to let me drive one, I didn't like the car after all, and it was guttless compared with my Navara.
Plus when we where doing the numbers, the salesman cocked the deal up, and serously pissed me off to the point I wouldn't buy a car off him if it was the best car in the world! But that's another very long story.
Why did I even consider going back to these jokers to get my wifes car sorted?
I'm off to a corner, to go and have a word with myself!
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