Locate an Auto Repair Shop in Carrollton, Mississippi

It was Sam Pack's Five Star Ford in Carrollton, TX.

I own a 2005 Armada and have had the ABS off lights come on numerous times and have tried to put on the brakes only to have them fail. I have had the brake light come on 4 seperate times and when I apply the brakes it sounds like someone is grinding up tin cans and I have no brakes. Fortunately no one has been stopped in front of me nor have I had a red light with cross traffic as I would not have been able to stop. Someone told me about this forum and when I read it I learned about the service bulletins that apply to this vehicle. I printed them off and went to Scott Evans Nissan in Carrollton Georgia and they told me that I would have to pay them to correct these problems. I filed a complaint with the NTSA and of course hundreds of people will have to die before these idiots do anything. Except for the brake problems and low gas mileage this is one of the best road vehicles I have ever had. HOWEVER; I WILL NEVER BUY ANOTHER NISSAN AND I WILL MAKE SURE THAT ANYONE I KNOW WILL HAVE FULL KNOWLEDGE OF ALL OF THESE PROBLEMS.

Classic in Carrollton, TX

Ok, Rob, here you go! The late 1970's saw tremendous growth in Northern Dallas as rustbelters moved to the Metroplex. Dozens of relatively inexpensive luxury apartment complexes opened up offering 'country club' amenities, and we moved into one such place off of Marsh Lane in Carrollton in the Spring of 1979. We were a mere 10 miles away from Texas Stadium, and the University of Dallas where I was taking nighttime graduate classes while working for Mostek. Well, that September brought a new ritual to our corner of the complex. Two young ladies from the cheer-leading squad of the famed Dallas Cowboys moved in shortly after us in the adjacent building. On Sunday mornings of a home game from September on, mysteriously, every guy (single, married, living in sin, etc.) had this burning need to do car repair beginning around 10 AM! Hoods popped up, jack stands came out. Oil flowed like water, and plugs now needed weekly cleaning. The reason for this frenzy? Our young ladies needed to run thru their routine on the front lawn! A few additional cars would show up, and their teammates would join in the rehearsal. This would last around an hour, until the team party bus would pull in. It was basically a Hertz-like airport customer van-bus (Ford E-350 nose, large volume carpeted & decked out interior) filled with more screaming girls. They'd all clown around (in uniform, of course!), then get back in and drive off. The cloud of pot they left behind in the still morning air could get the entire complex high. Within minutes, car wheels would return to the ground, distributor caps would snap back into place, tach-dwell meters would be stowed away. I went thru several sets of points on the Mercury that month! Peace and quiet would return. Except inside the apartments... The cheers were replaced by the screams of wives & live-in girlfriends, etc., as they slowly caught on to why the sudden need for auto maintenance! The ritual continued until the end of that football season, when the girls moved to new digs.

I do!! When I graduated from Clarkson (Potsdam, NY) in 1979, I shipped my '72 2-dr Montego MX-B down to Texas (new employer paid move). In our brand new apartment complex in the North Dallas suburb of Carrollton lived another couple that had one, and I occasionally parked next to it. I really did like that car. Unlike the Lincoln, the tan padded spare tire bulge was square-ish. Compared to the new for '78 downsized GM models, it was out of step with the times, but still looked great and floated down the road with style. Also in our complex were two Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, but that's another story for another day.... But it was Gas Crisis #2, and I also bought a much more sensible Ford Fiesta to get back and forth to work. Beth drove the Montego, and within a year, we traded it in for a Datsun 810 2dr coupe. Heart of the Z, in a more sensible body. Beth loved the new car, but we both missed the Mercury of our college years. I had made her leave her '69 Buick LeSabre back in Potsdam, so we were really letting go of our past. These are images that I found on the web, but are nearly identical (down to the colors) of our '72 and '79. See more Car Pictures at CarSpace.com See more Car Pictures at CarSpace.com">