For sale at the Cracktown apartments…
The ads of the time said “With a touch of class.” With this shitbox, “class” means Granada taillights.
This is the best of both worlds, staring me right in the face. It is a shitbox Mercury Monarch, born not from jets, but from the decomposed, assraped carcass of the 1960 Ford Falcon. No one will mistake it for a Mercedes, trust me. Continue reading “Things My Dad Was Wrong About – Cars and Fashion”
What the hell was wrong with us in the 70s?
- Ford Falcon chassis (basically) – is this what the Mustang would have become, if it didn’t turn into a Pinto?
- 250 OHV I-6 from a John Deere
- It had a 4 speed stick (unless it was a 3)
- Was unable to handle golf balls from, uh, space, without dimpling its trunk.