How Would You Know If You Bought a Lemon?

Well...the $50 my husband paid for the Volkensen Rabbit in law school...even I didn't have high expectations for that one.  One the way home from his class it died on Rockville Pike....so it lasted for one and a half trips. That is what you get for fifty bucks.
But this story is not about that car.   It is about our club wagon!  We had 8 kids the oldest just turned 14...we needed a big enough vehicle where everyone could fit without triple seat belting every time we went somewhere.  We shopped and shopped and "ordered" a 10 seat,  25,000 mile almost new Ford green club wagon from the dealer.  The kids even had their own individual cup holders ...and vents so they could control their own air and heat.  This is how they must travel in heaven...so much room!  I drove it off the lot because I would be the one mostly driving it...I am barely 5 feet so the seat is always pulled up as far as possible so I could reach the peddle... but now I needed two hands to steer.  I had to get used to driving this.  It was big... it was a team bus. They were kind of all laughing at me driving, I think because I looked so small in it.  The hardest part for me was parking.  I soon stopped attempts at parallel parking and only parked where I could easily pull in.  After one week, I was backing out of the grocery parking lot and I adjusted the rear view mirror and it fell off!!  Oh my, now what?  My husband said "'What were you possibly doing?"  After he duck taped it back on, we took it to the dealer and they glued it back on.   Two days later I was opening my window  and the window got stuck half way.  Wouldn't go up.  Wouldn't go down.  My husband had to pull the window all the way up and we had to leave it up till we took it back to the dealer.  When the windshield wipers "just fell off"  I began to get grief consistently from every member of this house about what I was doing to my club wagon.  What the heck!  Then it was a series of  broken parts...seat belts getting stuck, radio knobs cracking etc...Everyone was asking me how I was breaking all of this stuff, and what was I driving like?  3 weeks after the puchase of that club wagon the doorbell rings and I sign for a certified letter.  From the Dept of Transportation.   The contents informed us that this department traced my club wagon to drug trafficking cartels that were running drugs back and forth to Mexico for 6 months!  And the drug dealers turned back the odometer approximately 200,000 miles!!!