Shopping also meant dealing with used car salesmen. Most of the ones I encountered met the stereotype -- phony, slippery with the truth and ready to make a deal. One guy promised a six month warranty and the very next day seemed to have forgotten. When I pressed him, he came up with a convoluted reason why a warranty just wasn't possible. He did promise a tank full of gas instead. I passed.
I wound up buying a used Liberty from a guy at a dealership who seemed genuine. Everything he promised, he delivered -- and that included a warranty.