I work for Ford
. I drive a Ford. Normally, I am not fond of Fords, but when you're around them
all the time, you build up a resistance to them. I own a Ford Festiva, which to be honest, is dinky
. But, as an alignment tech in my service department has said, as soon as Ford works out the kinks in a model, they discontinue it. Take my Festiva
. They may not be worth much, but they last. They are simple, economic cars with decent pick up for a 3 cylinder. But there isn't a market for them. They were doomed to be the car you give to your grandma
when the thought of buying them something expensive just seems like a waste. In short, Festivas are the antithesis of American consumerism. Why is why, I'm sure, it will be the only Ford I own.
And yes, Ford is reknown for lemons. I sometimes dream that someone at Ford is a secret collecter of the lemons, that he has a warehouse with one prime artifact of his company's folly. I'm sure it would include the Probe GT, the Aspire and the Festiva. I only hope he has room for the 35th Anniversary Mustang Model, the 2000 Thunderbird, the Excursion, and the Escape. They suck already.