Obsession?
Obsession?
my family seems to think i have an obsession with the 04 F-150. just because i know every option available, every color option (yes even the wierd names like aspen green, arizona beige, etc), what colors you can get with each package, and what options you can get with each trim level my family thinks im overly obsessed. also i can tell its an 04 by looking at almost ANY part of the exterior of the truck.
anyone else have this "problem"?
anyone else have this "problem"?
problem? what problem? you sound like a well informed consumer my boy. They are the ones with the problem.
although, when you start to use the word "Torreador" in normal conversation, then you need some help...
although, when you start to use the word "Torreador" in normal conversation, then you need some help...
Sounds like you and many others here know more than 95% of the Ford sales staff. One salesman commented that I was on the wrong side of the desk. He then asked me questions about the new f-150. I walked out shaking my head, unbelieveable.
although, when you start to use the word "Torreador" in normal conversation, then you need some help...
although, when you start to use the word "Torreador" in normal conversation, then you need some help...
I'm in the denial phase...I'll get better, really! I'll be just fine when the swelling goes down
Hi, My names Don and I'm hooked on the '04 F150.
It started innocent enough, at least I thought it did, sneaking around looking at spy photos of test vehicles. I still break into a sweat when I think of that black leather cladding they put on the trucks to try to hide the outline. I mean think about it, put an overcoat on Dolly youll still know its Dolly.
I thought it would get easier when the first pics from the auto shows showed up on-line, it only made it worse. When I found this forum it was like the promised land, the addiction grew faster than corn in july. I told myself it will be okay as long as it doesn't effect my family life. Wrong, I wanted the FX4, my wife insisted it would be the lariet. I can't cook so we got the lariet.
In closing I would ask that if any of you fine people know of a cure PLEASE KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.
It started innocent enough, at least I thought it did, sneaking around looking at spy photos of test vehicles. I still break into a sweat when I think of that black leather cladding they put on the trucks to try to hide the outline. I mean think about it, put an overcoat on Dolly youll still know its Dolly.
I thought it would get easier when the first pics from the auto shows showed up on-line, it only made it worse. When I found this forum it was like the promised land, the addiction grew faster than corn in july. I told myself it will be okay as long as it doesn't effect my family life. Wrong, I wanted the FX4, my wife insisted it would be the lariet. I can't cook so we got the lariet.
In closing I would ask that if any of you fine people know of a cure PLEASE KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.
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I have an obsession and I don't want to be cured. I'm in love with my truck and it hasn't even arrived yet! I bought a picture frame to place my window sticker in. My girl friend thinks I'm weird.
Originally posted by Arctic Cat F7
I have an obsession and I don't want to be cured. I'm in love with my truck and it hasn't even arrived yet! I bought a picture frame to place my window sticker in. My girl friend thinks I'm weird.
I have an obsession and I don't want to be cured. I'm in love with my truck and it hasn't even arrived yet! I bought a picture frame to place my window sticker in. My girl friend thinks I'm weird.
John
I don't know if you'd call this obsessed or not but the other night I woke up at 4am in a cold sweat and mad as hell.
The dream goes like this (quick version). Wife lets brother borrow my truck to move something (without my knowledge while I'm out at my wednesday golf league). So my father who I often ride to golf with drops me off at home after golf. I grab my clubs and head up the drive to find my baby sitting in my driveway with a HUGE dent, and I mean huge, the entire drivers side from headlight to tailight are smashed in. Funny things dreams are the paint wasn't marked up and no glass was broken but the entire side of the truck was so far in that in reality none of the glass could have taken the stress. So I fly into a fit of rage chucking golf clubs madly into the field across the street from my house then the door opens and my wife is standing with the fear of god in her eyes and I yell "what the f@#k happened here" ... Bam I wake up. Man that was the worst dream EVER. Needless to say I walk downstairs light up a smoke, walk onto the porch over to the drive and check the truck. AAAAh all's well. Back to sleep. WHEW
The dream goes like this (quick version). Wife lets brother borrow my truck to move something (without my knowledge while I'm out at my wednesday golf league). So my father who I often ride to golf with drops me off at home after golf. I grab my clubs and head up the drive to find my baby sitting in my driveway with a HUGE dent, and I mean huge, the entire drivers side from headlight to tailight are smashed in. Funny things dreams are the paint wasn't marked up and no glass was broken but the entire side of the truck was so far in that in reality none of the glass could have taken the stress. So I fly into a fit of rage chucking golf clubs madly into the field across the street from my house then the door opens and my wife is standing with the fear of god in her eyes and I yell "what the f@#k happened here" ... Bam I wake up. Man that was the worst dream EVER. Needless to say I walk downstairs light up a smoke, walk onto the porch over to the drive and check the truck. AAAAh all's well. Back to sleep. WHEW


