Doesn’t Everyone drive their early Porsche 928 to Target? We’re grateful someone does. 39 years later (give or take) and I am STILL loving this car.
Maybe that what doomed the Lincoln and the Flex – Lack of Red.
There will be a more in depth post to come, but for now, welcome to the fleet, Mr. 2016 Ford Focus SE. Yes, I am a sucker for a deep red clearcoat Ford. Yes, I still love my ’88 Festiva and ;06 Mustang. Yes, I also support orphan cars – this 1.0L EcoBoost Focus (2016 only). See: Fiat 500L. See also: 1971 VW 411, 1973 Plymouth Fury, 1973 Honda CB350 – Four, 1979 Futura, 1990 Suzuki Swift (remember those?!), 1993 Geo. 2008 Scion.
I get it from my dad. He always wanted a 1980s Maxima wagon with a stick. And a Taurus MT-5. No one remembers MT was a nod to Motor Trend for being named car of the year. POS orphan car with a big 4 and a stick, so of course.
Likewise this car – no one makes performance mods for this specific model: a classy car with a Geo Metro motor on speed. No worries. I am content (for now) with it not sticking out.
“…I would say, ‘Go to Hell.’ If I were human.” – Commander Spock
This too was star-crossed. The numbers were right, when I needed to get rid of the Flex, it’s running expenses, looming repairs, and checkered history.
The Mileage was right in both senses. It started with just 40 on the clock. That meant the 51K mIles I put on it were almost entirely under warranty. (More on that in a minute.) The miles per gallon, on average, was 35-50% better (27, spirited, vs. 18 driving normal or 20 as a wannabe hypermiler).
I loved the styling of the “Trekking” model. What a difference a fascia and a real color make. See for yourself.
It came loaded with swag: alloys, Beats audio, nav, two-panel moon roof (and the usual windows, locks, cruise). All for $16K (because they couldn’t sell it as new).
It was the master of long-distance road trips, swallowing the 12 hours between my kid’s home and school without a sweat, even over the Rocky Mountains. And all those windows to soak up all the scenery.
Chicks dug it.
On the other hand…
It’s hard to believe a Ferrari 360 CS would count among the “old ways.” Time marches on, yet there is a quiet elegance to the old girl, compared to the homicidal leer of a Speciale, or the intransigent incongruity of a 488. Continue reading ““Sometimes the old ways are the best””
I love this car, but…