There can’t be too many left. Especially if you drove them like my brother and I did. It seemed like a good idea in the winter of 1980: replace the 7 seater Oldsmobile with a smaller, lighter car. The choices were basically Fairmont vs. GM A-body. Even my Dad knew that the AMC Concord and the Aspen/Volare twins were decrepit old shitboxes rooted in the 1960s.
I can tell you first hand that:
- it’s woefully underpowered. 88-hp is just not enough.
- The only thing imaginative is the hybrid strut front suspension and aluminum bumpers instead of heavy chromed steel.
- Everything else is derivative. The headlight/running light pattern is from every other American sedan of the day. The vents are leftovers from Mark V production. Everything is a rectangle.
- It’s not that efficient. The trunk is shallow. The seats are basically amorphous slabs of foam on the floor.
- Did I mention cheap? Everything inside is brittle plastic, thin vinyl or flimsy urethane.
Still, I have a soft spot. This humble civil servant mobile (eventually) begat the Mustang GT/LX 5.0/SVO, the dork ‘birds, the aero ‘Bird/Cougar, the Mark VII LSC and the Continental. I just can’t hate it any more than I can hate the 1960 Falcon that gave us the 64 1/2 Mustang. A
And of course, it was the source of many adventures.