Or...the communist option.
I had this first hand from a colleague whose grandfather owned a farm in the heart of US grain country (guns, bibles and such come with).
The old man was very much his own man and didn't so much take his own course through life as act like an icebreaker to it. So, at the height of the McCarthy witch hunts in the '50s, he bought a Russian tractor(!) John Deere as a company and their local rep in particular regarded the presence of this commie interloper on their home turf as a personal insult and resolved to Do Something About It.
The slight snag was that, despite their best efforts, they couldn't match the Russian object and always ended up leaving (well-fed and entertained) with no sale. The problem was as follows:
1) The Russian tractor was guaranteed never to break down. Actually it did, frequently, but there was a 24x7 number to call which resulted in a truck turning up within a few hours containing a loan tractor (always brand new) and whisking away the existing one to be repaired. JD repeatedly quizzed the old man on the repair quality and return process, but as he'd never had "his" tractor returned he was unable to help them.
2) Servicing consisted of phoning the dealership and making an appointment for the truck to turn up. then things would proceed as per a breakdown, but at a mutually agreed time rather than ASAP.
As John Deere were unable to provide a service that basically consisted of "give him a new tractor to keep him quiet", things stayed as they were for many years.
Roll on to the late 70s and the old man decides it's time to hang up his pitchfork and hands the farm over to my colleague's father. The local JD rep was round like a rat up a drainpipe only to find, sitting in the yard, the latest model of Russian tractor. Like father, like son.