|Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (Images borrowed from the internet)|
The 1971 Ford Country Squire, a car near and dear to my heart. Well, not THAT dear.
Bought mine in October 1995. In December 1995, Arizona stopped selling leaded gas. D-ooh!
Cash advance on Manufacturers Hanover Trust credit card (there is a story to come on that). Took out $1,000, pocketed a cool $20 discount because the scumsucking Ahwatukee seller lied about leather seats. Leather <=> vinyl.
Mostly it sat around with a broken water pump. But, the A/C worked, and it was roomy, and cool in a grandfatherly way.
|longer than it looks|
It reminds me of exactly how much I wanted to get the fuck out of Arizona in favor of Colorado or anywhere. I sold it because I didn’t have the money to tow it when I moved to Denver. Shoulda saved it for the Bear, but getting back to Colorado was worth the sacrifice.
|Happy trails, Family Truckster|