I want to like it. I like the big coupe and have always liked M-Bs of this vintage.

I’d like to see some cabover or near-cabover configurations. Obviously you’ll get the no-way, no-how “but my legs!” shoppers who will insist that cabovers are an automatic death sentence for everything below the waist, smart crash resistance engineering notwithstanding. I’m not sure if you can make that work in an FWD…

Never regret. Regret is looking back on the past and wishing it different. You are here, now, with a working Golden Eagle. Everything that happened in the past had brought you to a here and now with a Golden Eagle beneath you; any different past might not.

I think the price is a little strong for what it is; then again what it is is not available on the new vehicle market. The closest you can get in the form of a new vehicle is going to be a Transit Connect or Promaster City.

Considering the fact that I’m on Jalopnik all the time just makes it worse. On my favorite car site, Lincoln still can’t get my attention.

I think the fact I was completely unaware of the renaming just underscores how underwhelming both the nameplate and the vehicle itself are in my consciousness.

The who what now? Is this Lincoln moving away from the incomprehensible alphabet soup names? That’s not a bad idea since the alphabet soup didn’t really seem to jibe with anything about the vehicles they offered.

Oh, definitely.  I pointed out that the passenger seat had a difference experience from the driver’s side.  And of course, the best place to be in this crash would have been not in this crash.  Stoned driver + tons of power = Anything goes.

No sale.  See you on the unemployment line.

I usually say no to SEPs but the body just looks so damned good I’m willing to bend my own rule this time.

You don’t often encounter a wreck so bad that it causes fires and floods AT THE SAME TIME.

I’m sure you could buy one from a rental girlfriend.

I am now looking forward to using/plotting how I can work it into a conversation “Dixie Voodoo Vegas.”

There is no such thing as eating too much butter. In fact if you stir in just a dab of brown sugar, you can eat butter nearly straight. It’s like crack. There is no bliss point for fats, just however much you can keep down before you either vomit or die.

Knowing Fiat’s contemporaneous product the 126 was RR you could be excused for assuming, considering the prominent vents at the C-pillar, that the 128 was as well. You’d be wrong, but it could be excused.

I see your Blackpool and raise you New Orleans.

“I can’t seem to make these panels fit up right. The gaps are enormous.”

Fixed?

Normally a project is an automatic no-go but this looks competently well done by someone who is a fan of the marque. That is a confidence builder. The comprehensive respray including in-progress shots is, too. I don’t worry about the condition of the body, it looks to me like if there were faults to find, he found…