My 2003 Ford Expedition is my first Ford. My father always told me Fords were no good, we were a Chevy family and for a reason. Neglecting the automotive tradition of our family line I ventured into the wild blue yonder of the Ford about a year ago. In that time I've come to realize that the devil created Fords to get men to curse and swear and thus slowly degrade their consciences to where they are more likely to fall into more sinful habits like excessive drinking to cope with the unlimited amount of work, sweat and blood put into this desolate brand of motor vehicle. When you own a Ford you quickly realize you don't own it at all - it is on loan to you from the devil himself and you are nothing but a slave to the machine. Swearing, drinking, sweating, bleeding and dirty I've walked into my home many a times to the wide eyes of my children, my wife covering their little ears. Why? Oh Why did I not stick to family tradition? My '92 Chevy Silverado is the most reliable vehicle I've ever owned. My wise father was the original owner and I inherited it and cherished it even though it looks like the smelly end of a pony's tail.
So today I've decided I'm at the crossroads. While trying to diagnose a fuel pump issue my battery gives out. Get the battery checked out and it's good, stick it in another vehicle - it starts. Put it back in the Ford and it acts possessed like it was previously driven by the goat headed devil. Track it all down to some hidden battery corrosion on the negative terminal. Clean it up, get it behaving like a good little maggot only to notice bellowing white puffs coming out of the exhaust. Rev it up - and clouds straight from the sulfur pits of Hades start belching out of the rear end of this beast! I could all but hear the screaming of the tortured souls emanating from the smoking stench pit.
So now, I've got to decide. Pay a couple grand to get a head gasket fixed to then just start working on the fuel pump issue again and the other issues this vehicle has or throw in the towel, sell it as is at a very painful loss. I could probably tackle the head gasket myself but at 110F here in Phoenix (and it's going to get hotter yet) and not having a garage so rolling around the dirt is usually how I roll on auto repair - it doesn't sound too appealing.
Ever feel like getting rid of your dung heap Ford would be like untying an eagle that has been ensnared and living in a thorn bush for a year?
So today I've decided I'm at the crossroads. While trying to diagnose a fuel pump issue my battery gives out. Get the battery checked out and it's good, stick it in another vehicle - it starts. Put it back in the Ford and it acts possessed like it was previously driven by the goat headed devil. Track it all down to some hidden battery corrosion on the negative terminal. Clean it up, get it behaving like a good little maggot only to notice bellowing white puffs coming out of the exhaust. Rev it up - and clouds straight from the sulfur pits of Hades start belching out of the rear end of this beast! I could all but hear the screaming of the tortured souls emanating from the smoking stench pit.
So now, I've got to decide. Pay a couple grand to get a head gasket fixed to then just start working on the fuel pump issue again and the other issues this vehicle has or throw in the towel, sell it as is at a very painful loss. I could probably tackle the head gasket myself but at 110F here in Phoenix (and it's going to get hotter yet) and not having a garage so rolling around the dirt is usually how I roll on auto repair - it doesn't sound too appealing.
Ever feel like getting rid of your dung heap Ford would be like untying an eagle that has been ensnared and living in a thorn bush for a year?
