Within a span of one week the Escape was in for repair three times.  Without making any comments to my daughter about how I felt about the Escape, I asked her how she felt about the car.  She said she had lost confidence in it.  She reminded me that she had planned trips to other cities and the mountains but she was now fearful that the car would break down.  I then told her that I felt the same way.  We were going to get rid of the Escape.   We would never buy another Ford.  This was getting to be similar to my Volkswagen bus experience.  I would never buy a Volkswagen ever again because my bus had a Porsche pancake engine with sodium valves which separated about every fifty thousand miles, requiring an engine rebuild.  When I determine that a product engineering team and/or assembly workers can make such bone headed mistakes I immediately dismiss them from future consideration.  I would be stupid to be twice burned.