Mr. Transmission rip-offs

No kidding:

Interesting series of posts. There's posts from customers complaining about poor workmanship, and franchise holders wanting their money back.

The costs of auto trans "repair" and scare stories like this are why I only drive manuals, as a manual trans can have all sorts of internal woes and still function, when an auto is stranded on the freeway.

I did have an automatic once: a 72 Valiant station wagon with a 318 V8 I paid $250 for and used as the service "truck" for my rally car. We called it the Vogon 'cause it was big, ugly and a sickly yellow. The thing was indestructable and carried all the spares with no noticable loss of performance.

Stewart DIBBS

Hey, you sass that froopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is! ;)

Vogon Poetry:

Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits On a lurgid bee That mordiously hath bitled out Its earted jurtles Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts And living glupules frart and slipulate Like jowling meated liverslime Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes And hooptiously drangle me With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon See if I don't.

Here is your Vogon Poem from BBC Cult to ll ( hachiroku_ae88@ )

See, see the saint sky Marvel at its big fuscia depths. Tell me, george do you Wonder why the platypus ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel ugh. I can tell you, it is Worried by your forkle facial growth That looks like A ice. What's more, it knows Your fard potting shed Smells of pea. Everything under the big saint sky Asks why, why do you even bother? You only charm poos.

and a pic:

It did amaze me to find the amount of people who have had problems with Mr. Transmission. It does look like they bilk the franchise owners in addition to the general public. I actually met the two mechanics who worked on my car after it was too late to do anything but take the car to the dealer. One of them had a very hard time even reading English as I had him run a computer diagnostic of the transmission error codes. The other, the supervisor, was responsable for replacing a sensor that only functioned for a dash gauge readout. For some reason he thought that it would fix the problem and he ended up trashing my dash gauge which Ford repaired for me.

Andrew