One day back when we lived in San Diego, I went to roll down my window at the Starbucks drive-thru and instead of going down nice and smoothly, it basically dropped into the door. The glass didn’t break, but it was unnatural and weird- and wouldn’t go back UP!
Andy took a look at it (he’s “Handy Andy,” you know), and with a little help with some Internet research, he learned that this particular F-150 model actually had been known to have a poorly designed motor thingie in the door that holds the weight of the window. And after awhile, it would just buckle and your window would just go south.
We took it to the dealer, and voila’- fixed.
Then it happened again when we lived in Ohio to a second window. Nice, right? That time around, Andy ordered the part on his own and fixed it up with some sweat and elbow grease.
THEN, it happened again.
That’s right, all four of our truck’s windows have had the same issue. The fourth window broke before Andy had time to repair the third window- the day before we headed north to Yosemite. So we were super ghetto when we rolled out of here with two windows taped up with blue painter’s tape. GOod thing the Litzinger’s love us for us an not our truck’s looks…
In the picture below is the current state of our truck- the passenger’s side window hasn’t been repaired yet- but it isn’t for lack of trying! Andy ordered the part back in July- JULY! And… the wrong part came (the back window’s design is different or something). So he packed it back up (in September) (I married a procrastinator, too) and sent it off.
But then we never heard if the company received the product and we thought we were waiting for a refund. Turns out, they just never emailed us and paypal had taken care of it. So Andy ordered the product again. Then he received notice that they were out of the correct item. Actually, that happened twice in a row, he changed companies and then a few days ago, was notified AGAIN that the product was out. of. stock.
For the love of all things stripey!
I’ve been pretty good about trying to laugh at the whole situation, but the truth of the matter is- that blue tape on that passenger side window has been there for a year. No really- a YEAR. I met a gal last week and when I told her who I carpool with, she said, “OH! You drive the red truck with the tape on the window!”
I mean, really? That’s what it’s come down to? Good grief.