For a lunatic, you’re a pretty good dude, David Tracy.

The strategy was the same, but the reasoning was different: nobody could find anything to improve about he Wagoneer.   It was born perfect.

“...over a decade of trying and failing....”

7.   I mean, have you ever tried to pilot a 1977 Mercury Grand Marquis through a roundabout?

Depends a lot on location.

This is why SUVs and CUVs should not be lumped together in the same category. At least in the automotive press—I understand that Joe Schmoe, The Wall Street Journal and Consumer Reports can’t tell the difference, but the car mags and Jalopnik should be calling them out.

My first car was an ‘86 Celebrity Eurosport. That thing was still running at 327,000 miles when I traded it. Only the Eurosport text was red though, silver exterior, grey interior.

Estate Wagon is the correct answer. Honorable mention should go to this, though:

I’m just saying— if a fellow were to drive around in a LUV with a 1940's Indian motorcycle in the bed, there is a non-zero population of women who would assume that fellow’s genitalia to be large enough to choke Godzilla.

THIS!  Above all the things, THIS!

Also indistinguishable from one another: the van third from the top and the van second from the bottom

We remember... The 7-ton doors on those ‘70's Personal Luxury Cars were the wrongest of all places to put a rejected hacksaw blade covered in soy-based fake leather.

I wish more people would leave their damn kids at home...

Your Modern Car The Modern World is a Privacy Nightmare

This is why I insist on regular cab pickups.

Hellz yes, there are a huge number of rock climbers, hikers, kayakers, mountain bikers, etc., who aren’t dedicated off road drivers, but who want that capability to get to remote trailheads, put-ins, etc., but won’t tolerate a Jeep for one reason or another.  A lot of these folks drive old 4-runners, Foresters, or…

They’ll have to figure out a way to charge it really quickly, or make the charge last for a whole 16-hour work shift. A lot of those jobs involve a whole bunch of 14-45 minute stops with 15 minutes of driving in between. And plenty of overtime.

Clearly, you are unfamiliar with the unrestrained majesty of Glamor Shots...

‘67 GT500's have pictures of their grandkids, just like anybody else.

Now why don’t you take a long, close look at this ‘67 GT500, Mayor Vaughn-- These wheel-to-sidewall proportions are correct.