So picture this: I drive my “brand-new” Mustang GT Premium off the lot, still smelling like fresh plastic and corporate lies. Within just a few days, the navigation console has already died on me for the fifth time.

When it goes dark, it’s not just the GPS. It’s everything:

• No radio (unless you count the sweet hum of my own despair).
• No heat or A/C (good thing California never gets hot, right?).
• No Bluetooth, no hands-free calls.
• Basically no way to do ANYTHING that requires the console, which is… the whole car.

Imagine pulling onto the highway in a so-called “modern premium performance vehicle” and being transported straight back to 1987. I had more control in my high school beater with the broken tape deck than I do in this “premium” machine.

Naturally, I called Harper Ford to schedule an appointment so their techs could take a look. Their response? “We can squeeze you in… next week.” Because when your entire console dies repeatedly, what you really want is a long, scenic wait while your brand-new car pretends to be a useless brick.

This isn’t a quirk. It isn’t a one-off glitch. It’s a pattern—five console deaths in a handful of days. The car is barely broken in and already acting like a seasoned lemon veteran.

Welcome to Ford ownership. The only “hands-free” feature here is how quickly they wash their hands of responsibility once the sale is done.