How I became Citröen’s least favorite person

So, how the hell was I supposed to know that the rather mundane looking car getting its rolling glamour shot in the street in front of our hotel was a super secret new model?  I was as shocked as anybody, especially when the video producer and the lady from the ad agency tracked us down in the street in Copenhagen and explained that they were about to lose their jobs because of a tweet I posted… and the numerous bloggers who had copied my video to YouTube and were blogging about he “secret spy photos” of the new Citröen.

I have a French lawyer now…

It started out innocently enough.  Lisa and I were on vacation in Copenhagen, and after a fantastic week this was our last night in the hotel (actually a studio apartment) where we were staying.  I had stepped out to get a few things at the little grocery store around the corner.  When I tried to return to the apartment, there were some people in high-visibility yellow vests keeping everyone back from the street.  After a few minutes I figured out that they were there to shoot footage of a car for a commercial.  The car didn’t look like anything exotic — a little Citröen wagon style like we’d seen dozens of times around Copenhagen, although this one lacked the bumpy plastic panels in the doors.  Eventually there was a pause in the preparation and they let a few of us who had been patiently waiting cross the street.  I saw the camera truck, a well used vehicle with an articulating arm from which hung the video camera on a stabilizing mount.  The car wasn’t terribly interesting but the camera rig was pretty cool, actually; my geek side liked it.

A little later on, up in the third floor apartment, I watched from the balcony as they made a couple more passes down the street.  The camera truck and the movie star Citröen would drive down the street in tight formation, then they’d come back and do it again.  Before I came back inside I shot some video with my iPhone of the process.  Seeing the camera swivel on the end of its arm was pretty slick, and now I knew how some of the moving vehicle shots we see all the time in commercials and movies are done.

Knowing that my son would enjoy seeing the process as well, I tweeted the video and tagged him.  Unfortunately, I mentioned Citröen as well.  That was a big mistake, as it turns out.  If I hadn’t done that, this probably wouldn’t be a story.  Probably only two people in the world would have seen that video, and neither live in a country where many people pay much attention to Citröen, who hasn’t sold a new vehicle in the US since Ford was President.

The next morning we checked out and headed to the train station, dragging our wheeled luggage along.  We’d been walking the entire week in Denmark, averaging between 5 and 6 miles a day, and the train station was a little under a kilometer away.  We were about halfway there when a car pulled up to the curb along side.  In it were a woman and a man, both looking a little concerned. They asked if I was Dale, I said yes, and they both got out.  They had been shooting a car commercial the day before, they said, and now they had a big problem.  I was a little puzzled…  if I’d accidentally gotten into a shot, they could just work around it.  No, it was “the video I had posted to YouTube and the blogs”.  What??  I didn’t post anything to YouTube.  Well, Citröen was livid, her boss was about to fire her, and there was a huge problem because, unbeknownst to me, that was the new and as-yet-unannounced refresh of that model.  No one was supposed to see it, and now people had.

They had gone back to the shoot location, figured out the balcony from which the video had been shot, and asked the desk clerk who was staying there.  The hotel staff told them we’d just checked out and were headed to the airport, and they drove around until they found us.  If it had taken them ten minutes longer, we’d have been long gone and out of touch for the next 18 – 20 hours or so.

I showed them the tweet, and the woman (who was French — the man was Danish) asked if I would delete it.  Sure, absolutely, I don’t want to cause them any trouble.  Tweet deleted.  Unfortunately, some jackass had copied the video and posted it to YouTube — with my name included in the video title.  Great.  And a bunch of bloggers were now claiming to have “exclusive spy photos”, which were actually still frames taken from my video.  No one had asked me to use or copy it, of course.  No one other than the first guy had even bothered attributing the video to me at all.  Honestly I was feeling mixed emotions — a little embarrassed for having caused these poor people so much trouble, and a little pissed off that these other jackasses were using my footage, AND claiming credit for it to try to make themselves look like more than the simple scavengers they are.

We had to get to the airport, but I promised to work with the woman to get the copies removed wherever we could.  I knew we were going to be playing Whack-A-Mole…  once that kind of stuff is in the wild, your chances of suppressing it are slim.  I sent an email to the guy who had posted the video to YouTube, and sent YouTube a takedown notice.  It’s all we could do before we had to get on the plane home.

Over the next few days, I spend a couple hours a day following up on various places where the video and stills from it were posted.  Twitter accounts popped up like zits on a high schooler.  Some jackasses were making new YouTube videos with slideshows of still images captured from the video.  There were blogs in France, the Netherlands and India, all using the same three or four stills — meaning they were late to the party and just copying images from other people’s Twitter posts, which were using images swiped from the YT video, which was swiped from my tweet.

The French woman’s daughter is an attorney, and I gave her permission to defend my rights to the video and still images in the EU, pursuing whatever action she needed to in the courts over there.  Not because I’m worried about the video — I’m not making one single penny from it or the pictures I got.  I don’t want to cause Citröen any problems; they’ve never done anything to me.  I had no idea that the commercial shoot involved a model that no one had seen (more about that later), and I don’t want my video to cause the ad agency or production company to incur the wrath of their customer.  I’m just trying to minimize the damage.  And to be honest, it pisses me off that these other jackasses are basically stealing my work, claiming it as their own, and profiting from it through ad revenues.  Not a single one of them has once asked permission to use the footage, given any credit or attribution, offered one cent of compensation, responded to a request to remove it, or cooperated in any way.  In fact they are mostly claiming credit for the “spy photos” of the new model — taken in New York.  Screw them.

Citröen’s outrage, however, has been slightly disingenuous.  While searching for more copies of my stuff, I came across many other photos of the same model — the exact same, in fact.  Different color.  Apparently Citröen had accidentally enabled the new 2018 model configurator on its web site at some point – allowing people to see exactly, in high resolution detail, what the 2018 model looks like.  They pulled it, of course, but again — once that stuff is out there, it’s not going to disappear.

 

The garage madness continues

The past few days have been a lot of work.   Friday afternoon I rented a diamond grinder from Honeyman Rent-All and spent several hours grinding the floor.   I had to completely empty everything out of the garage into the driveway and yard.   Of course it all had to go back inside when I finished around 1 AM.

The diamond grinder was pretty easy to use.   It’s a little noisy, but not bad enough to get the neighbors complaining.   The hose connects directly to it to keep water flowing to keep the heat and dust down.   I was able to do all of the grinding, rinsing and squeegee-ing in about 4-5 hours.

Saturday I rinsed the floor and used the citric acid from the Rust-Oleum epoxy paint kit.   Probably unnecessary, but I had no other pressing need for two bags of citric acid.   It also cleaned up the inch or so that the grinder couldn’t get right up against the wall.   Then I spent another hour or two rinsing the floor, followed by the squeegee.   After the second round I used the shop vacuum to get it as dry as possible.   It’s looking pretty darned good right now, so Sunday will be painting day.   I have prepped both sides, but the third bay will have to wait.   I simply can’t empty everything out of the whole garage for a week.

Truck radio installation followup

Well, back in March I made a couple of posts detailing the installation of the dual band mobile ham radio in my new pickup.   As some time has passed, I thought I should follow up on those posts with the latest news.

The mounting products I used turned out to be a complete bust.   The Command foam mounting tape gave up about the first day the truck was parked outside with the temperature over 65 or 70.   The kind-of-Velcro-like stuff I used for the speaker will hold on for an hour or two before that drops onto the floor.   I have not yet decided what my next step will be.   I may have to fabricate a U-mount for the speaker and drill a couple of small holes in the driver side kick panel to mount that.   For the control head, I’m debating still.   Someone makes a really slick no-holes F150 dash mount, but I don’t think it’s worth anywhere near the $40 they want for it ($50 after shipping).   Right now things are “just barely” hanging on, but I’ll need to fix them soon before the speaker cable gets twisted to death.

 

Truxedo Lo Pro QT roll-up truck bed cover

After having a Truxedo Lo-Pro on my Sport Trac pretty much the whole time I owned it, I knew I wanted to put one on the F150.   They’re not cheap by any means, but quality products seldom are.   And the Truxedo covers are definitely high quality!   The fit is perfect, installation is quick and painless, and the materials are all top notch.   The new cover looks great and works exactly as it should.

I ordered mine from Mechanics Warehouse and got it the next day — they shipped it from a warehouse in Kansas City via FedEx ground that day.   I chose them becuase their price was the same as the lowest I found anywhere else, they also had the rubber bed mat I wanted, and they threw in some goodies for free.   Lots of them.   There is a ratcheting cargo bar, a telescoping retriever hook (for stuff that is up in the front of the bed), a tailgate weather seal, and a set of four Bull Ring tie-downs.   I can’t use the Bull Rings, but will either sell them or give them away.

If you’re looking for a soft tonneau cover for your truck, I can recommend the Truxedo line without reservation.   I like the Lo Pro QT because of its automatic tension adjustment and the single release on the rear bar.   You won’t be adjusting the cover when the weather changes, and getting it rolled out of the way to load stuff into the bed (and putting it back in place afterward) is quick and easy even for one person.

Radio installation – finished!

Well, it’s all in, and I’m very happy with the result.  It looks good, it works as it should.  Right down to the delayed shutoff — I can park and shut off the engine, the rig stays powered until I open a door (or some delay times out).  I mounted the control head with Command foam tape mounting tabs for easy removal if needed.  Also, my old roll of 3M foam tape finally got too old and these were all Wally World had.  🙂  You can click a picture for larger views.

The only thing I’m not sure about is the foam tape mounting for the control head.  If that doesn’t hold over the long term, I’ll probably switch to a ProClip.  It’s working for now, but it’s amazing how much you can see in a high-resolution picture that you don’t see when your eyeballs start aging.  The transceiver isn’t hard mounted; I’ll stick the hook side of some industrial strength Velcro to the top surface (it’s upside down) to keep it secure but it’s not shifting around even under hard braking.

Radio installation

I’ve spent the past couple of days working on getting the dual-band VHF/UHF ham radio (a Kenwood TM-G707A) installed in the new F-150. As of today it’s mostly done. All that’s left to do now is to mount the control head on the dash, and finish the antenna mount. I took it apart last night and re-painted it, since the original black paint had mostly flaked off of part of it.

The new truck is more installation-friendly than the Sport Trac, that’s for sure. Dashboard panels pop out with a simple tug, door sill plates pop up without breaking parts, and of course there is a lot more room for working under the dash. There’s a convenient pocket in the dash for the microphone, and plenty of room behind the rear seats for the transceiver. Much to my surprise, I found out the rear seats will flip down with no hassle to gain access to the area behind them.

F150forum.com has been a huge help in getting this done, from the tip about the rear seat latches to wiring ideas to someone mentioning ProClip mounts. When I’m finally finished with this project I’ll have a very nice looking and functional installation. On the off chance I ever decide to upgrade to a different radio, I’ll be able to keep most of the stuff in place and re-use the mounts. Given how little I use the mobile rig, though, I give that a pretty low probability.

First road trip in the new truck

Lisa and I took the new F150 to Des Moines and back this past weekend.  It’s every bit as smooth and quiet as we had hoped; I would say it probably comes close to most luxury cars.  Gas mileage was not spectacular, but I’ll reserve judgment on that issue.  We’re still in the break-in phase; in fact, there was under 100 miles on the odometer when we left.  Temperatures hovered at or below freezing for most of the weekend, and we had a stiff cross wind both ways.  I also have not put a bed cover on yet, and I know that will make a difference.

The EcoBoost engine pulls smooth and strong from idle to highway speeds; you really have no indication you have a V6 under the hood.  Horsepower and torque are higher than the new 5 liter V8.   In fact, it outperforms last year’s 5.4 liter by a good margin (320 HP/390 ft-lb for the 5.4, 365 HP/420 ft-lb for the little 3.5 EcoBoost).  This engine is amazing.  No turbo lag or whine, just quiet power from an engine that pulls like a mule.

I’m looking at what to do to get the ham rig installed.  There really isn’t a hidden spot in the cavernous F150 cab for the transceiver; I may be able to wedge it in under the seat, but I’m not sure yet.  I think there’s plenty of room under the dash, but I’m not inclined to drill anywhere.  I’ll have to do some looking.  The antenna might be a challenge as well; I believe that’s a fiberglass hood.

 

Night and day

If you read my last post you got a run down of the archetypical car dealer experience.   Last night we went through what can best be described as being close to the other end of the scale.

Now, granted, we’d dealt with this dealership and salesman before.   He knows we’re not really ones to enjoy the endless back-and-forth negotiation.   They had the truck I wanted (OK, possibly because I’d asked them to order one for me).   We took a drive, then sat down to work out the deal.   I already knew what the other dealer’s last-dich, closing time on the last day of the shortest month of the year offer was.   I figured that would be a good number to shoot for — maybe adjusted for the fact that this truck had a sticker price about $1400 higher.

So we sat down with the dealer’s invoice, showing what their holdback was, the employee price, all of it.   We agreed that it was only fair that they make a little profit on the deal.   They took a look at our trade-in, and came back with a number that was within $1100 of the other dealer’s.   Not too bad for the first attempt; if you go by total discount off sticker price, they actually beat the other guys by $400 or so.   Then they agreed to let us take both vehicles home so I could get all of my stuff out of my old truck — the ham radio, etc.   They’ll pick it up later this week or early next.   Again, not too bad.   I don’t think we could have asked for much more.

This is why we keep going back to Woodhouse Ford.


Sometimes you just shoot yourself in the foot.

Lisa and I spent several hours at a car dealer this evening, in a huge waste of everyone’s time.   I hadn’t planned for it to be a waste of time.   If they had what I was looking for and we could come to an agreement on price, I was ready to buy.   Unfortunately (or maybe not, for me), the car dealer games cost them a sale.

The first price they came up with — after leaving us cooling our heels for a bit too long — was, of course, ridiculous.   Less than blue book trade value for my current truck against retail for the new one.   Now my ’03 Sport Trac is a pretty desirable model in great shape with low mileage, good tires and a nice aftermarket in-dash nav system and backup camera.   It’s going to sell quickly and without a lot of time or money spent cleaning it up.   We politely declined, and it was time for Round 2.   I told the guy we were several thousand dollars apart, and gave him a number I thought was more fair…   from which Lisa then suggested we trim another couple thousand.   Half an hour or so later, we get the answer; it’s still a couple thousand higher than Lisa’s figure.

By this time I’d had enough time to think about what we were doing about that I had pretty much talked myself out of buying that truck — at any price. It lacked a few options I really wanted, and had a few I specifically did not want.   By the time we finally decided we were done and asked for the keys to my truck (which had disappeared, of course)   the sales manager made a last ditch effort to get us to take it for a thousand under even Lisa’s number, which I thought was pretty low anyway.   Sorry, too late.

If we’d been able to dispense with the idiotic games, if we hadn’t been left waiting on negotiations for so bloody long, we might have considered taking a truck home with us.   The guy could have come up with an offer a thousand or even two higher than their last offer, right off the bat, and we might have done the deal.   Maybe.   I would have regretted it later, but they’d have made a sale, and it still was a very nice truck.   Problem was, they felt the need to play the kind of stupid games that have given car dealers a bad name.   And we’ve seen it all before and recognize all of it for the nonsense it is:

  • “I’m going to lowball you and see if you’re stupid enough to fall for it.”   No, we’re not stupid – and this is not an impulse purchase.
  • “I have to run this past my manager.”   Yeah, right.   If you can’t make a deal, then kindly get out of my way and get me someone who can.
  • “This truck is going out on a dealer trade so we’re not supposed to sell it to you…   but we will, but you have to buy it tonight or it will be gone in the morning.”   Sorry, not buying that story.   You’re either lying to me, or reneging on another deal.   Either one is a very unattractive trait in a dealer.
  • “Oh, Ford financing is expensive, we’ll hook you up with a great loan rate, probably under 6%.”   Um.   ‘Scuse me?   Ford was at that time offering 0% financing for 60 months, PLUS $1000 cash allowance, PLUS a five-year extended powertrain warranty.   What, you didn’t know about that?   You’re supposed to be a Ford salesman and you are unaware of that?   Wait, this is another test to see if we’re stupid, right?

We walked in around 4 PM and didn’t get out of there until well after 7.   By that time I was tired and hungry, Lisa was about ready to fall over, and they had managed to convince me not to buy the very nice truck we’d driven.   And quite frankly, the whole experience pushed them down a couple of notches on my list of places I would buy from.

I’m going to give the next guy a 2-minute rundown of the stuff I am no longer willing to put up with, under any circumstances, and see if he still wants to deal.   No running off to the manager — if I’m in a chair more than 5 minutes without a warm body with a number on the other side of the desk, I’m out the door.   Make a deal or find me someone who can.   I don’t pay sticker price, I don’t take lowball trade offers, and please don’t piss on my foot and tell me it’s raining.