I know there are a few good former and current Ford employees on here who get "miffed" when I post "$tealership" and use other "derogatory" statements regarding said $TEAERSHIPS. But unfortunately its NOT squeaky wheel syndrome these days.Took my truck in for an oil leak right behind the skid plate. I have an ESP so I wasn't sweating it, dropped the truck off and they said it would be a week or so before they could get it back to me, which is fine because I've got a few work trucks I can daily until the raptor is up and running again.
Three and a half weeks later I head in to pick up the truck. There's a blizzard outside so I don't bother inspecting it before leaving the dealership. Get home park the truck and it sat for a day. Go to look in the bed for something and the plate that sits behind the skid plate is in the bed on a piece of cardboard with a handful of bolts in it.
I have no issues putting this plate back on myself and it's way less headache than dropping it back off at the stealership, so I get after it. What do I find? One of the clips on the frame where this plate bolts into is gone. Either fell off on the drive home or the tech knocked it into the frame hole. A handful of bolts are missing from the fire protection. A handful of bolts look to be missing from various other spots, including a bracket holding a few lines. They even left the nut on the bolt in front of the bracket...
Going to call tomorrow and probably drop the truck back off and see WTF is going on. Their invoice says they did an oil change and changed the filter as well, but if they can't even put a few bolts back on properly who knows?
Swear to god I feel downright comfortable going in for general anesthesia, having my bones sawed on, face reconstructed, knees replaced, other artificial joints, and Doc telling me to cross my fingers there's no cancer. Sleep like a baby and go home in a good mood (without narcotics). Versus what is SUPPOSED to be a couple hours at the $tealership for simple procedures that may turn into oblivion usually caused my "baby boi" who knows only how to use an impact to drive a 10mm bolt to hell and back... so the "advisor" can attempt to charge you for it... IF "Boi" even remembers TO put it back. MAXIMUM anxiety!!! Unless its electronic, I just do it myself!
Sorry, ignore me. Only topic hotter than this for me is "politics" if you can even call it that these days. Damn sure can't call it sanity.