A lady at work had a slightly later vintage Cabrio until motherhood intervened. It was a bizarre sight next to the company treasurer's '90ish Century with the faux convertible treatment.

There's something called institutional memory that companies ignore at their peril. I don't know if this applies to Wagoner, but get the succession wrong, and you get an AIG.

It's the rare sedan that doesn't look as good or better as a wagon, but here's one. Visually, it just blends into the Crossover Category, Angular Class (as opposed to the Jellybean Class).

Looks like that cowpoke is fixin' ta steer the car without even touchin' it.

If your other hobby is self-flagellation, nice price. For the rest of us...well, you know...

@Maxximtl: I was thinking the same thing; this is what the Panamera should have looked like, if Porsche insists on continuing its brand dilution. At least make it pretty.

Barring a worthy reinvention of the Cougar, I'd have to say Mercury. They've got nothing you can't get with a Ford badge. What's the point?

I assume the hood will be closed for driving. Oh, wait, it IS closed.

@pauljones-Jo Schmo's saintly and opposite twin.: As a Pilot owner, I can vouch for that; the amazing thing is how much it gets done within a relatively modest size, with a 38-foot turning circle. I never feel like I'm docking the USS Eisenhower.

@pauljones-Jo Schmo's saintly and opposite twin.: At the rate things are going, look for the GMC Quicksand.

I have a sudden urge to watch "Lilo & Stitch."

OK, I can't leave this theme alone. Last time:

Is that a factory paint job with the white top? If not, it should have been, because that looks so right.

Will the street view shots show the bobby riding his tail through this part of Bradford?

Also includes driving gloves for your knees, the only body parts left to handle that pesky chore of steering.

That orange thing looks like the evil spawn of an xB and a PT Cruiser.

The 2.2 in my '88 Horizon was a sweet little engine that deserved a better car.

I guess it beats a faux fender vent, but that badge on the side is tacky.

At Acadia National Park in Maine, there is a sign that reads:

That last shot is the saddest.