Through the middle of December, Ford had issued 65 recalls that affect more than a staggering 8.6 million vehicles in 2022. That was an increase from Ford’s prior year, which recorded 53 recalls covering roughly 5.4 million vehicles.
Farley has been on record to say that quality is a mess and it’s a top priority.
Too bad there are so many “top” priorities.
As an aside, I wouldn’t buy a Ford these days. There has been a massive shift toward “following the process”… and I think actually getting things done properly has been a casualty. Plus, unrelenting targets for reducing costs… which was already extreme when I retired in 2010.
Remove a leg and the frog can still hop upon command. Keep removing legs and it eventually doesn’t hop any more. Obviously… the frog is now deaf. Ford… I think… has lost touch with understanding price, cost and value. I think… by the time they start to get progress on either electric or quality or actually making what the customer wants/needs… it may be game over. VERY FEW people at Ford look at the forest… many focus on the trees… and the rest are tracking tree growth and reporting on it. That’s why I left… I was spending too much time with ancillary activities related to “process” and reporting. It was no longer fun.
Rob
He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.
Well it made me tear up too. It reminded me of a famous incident inside my Casualaty Reporting office in the US Army. Both shameful and dangerous, something that I thought I would go to the brig over. I’ll hold that story for another day. Too long. But I just spent 30 minutes on the deck in the sun with Nick Cat9 and watched wildlife while the whole story played over in my mind in graphic detail.
Yeah, I was a ripped hot-head and if you were Air Force and messed with any of my Army casualties in a condescening way, GTF out of the way, I am going to emasculate you. Only time I got physical with an AF Pogue.
My team of Casualty Reporters used to go big eye when I snapped on those AF orderlies not paying attention to my soldiers dying in the wards as much as they would their AF brethern.
I was hated, very much so, by AF Pogues at Wiesbaden. The doctors loved me. AF had all the cool tech gear, we got hand me downs, and still, my team won awards for casualty reporting because we never took “NO” as an answer. We cared. We had to. We shipped many coffins back home on Military Air Command planes and everything, every honor, was insured for our caskets.
Our biggest and most intimidating soldiers accompanied these caskets home while surrounded by the AF crew. The crews were respectful, not like those AF orderlies back in Germany. When we landed in the States, you would see 6 monster men unload caskets in Class A1 uniform, slow-stepping in unison. Strict honors. My Captain and Colonel came up with that idea of our “teams” of transit coffin bearers. They used to drill outside my office in the horse barn.
AF showed less formality for their own, I am telling you. But then again, they had way fewer casualties than us.