After recently having my car returned to me, I am on what seems to be endless list of things "they" screwed up on my car, instead of fixing. Today Bubba the Lurkin Lincoln got front brakes, front tires, some tie rod ends and an alignment. Along with a wash, buffing and wax.
The Infamous "they" had supposedly fixed my car that had "mysteriously" broke, while they "didn't" put 2500 miles on it, when they stored it for me during a recent hospital stay.
The story goes the ball joint mysteriously broke, the "one time" they drove it, but then needed 6 tires, (how do you need SIX tires for one short trip) One of the tires they left on the car was worn PAST most of the steel belts on over 2 inches of the tire the other one was only TO the belts.
I'm supposed to be grateful they fixed it but replacing the ball joint, WITHOUT replacing the tie rod end that was so loose it was vibrating the bolts off the spindle, and was probably what CAUSED the ball joint to sheer off. They didn't say a damned word, and they absolutely knew. His girlfriend knows nothing about cars, but let soup slip some key details I'm sure he would rather I never knew. Like the curb she hit, the 6 tires, the shim he put around around the ball joint, before it failed, and the brake pads she returned.
I'm guessing because I'm a 57 year old GRANDMA, it slips their minds that I have forgotten more about cars than they will ever know. I wouldn't do that to my worst enemy.
They took the control arm off the car to replace the ball joint. Why not fix the brakes and tie rod end, especially since she fucked the tie rod up. They know I drive 200 miles a day in my car, I guess they just dinner care.
It's a much happier Lincoln now. Grateful to actual friends and family who helped me get the car fixed. I will never speak to the Infamous THEY again. I'll pay a storage facility odd I ever have to.