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Oof. That’s roughly where I’m forced to awkwardly perch my phone for navigation because my CX-3 has literally no suitable place for a phone holder. Lincoln had the time and resources to think it through, and this was the result? You’re building a premium vehicle and you’re too cheap to do a bespoke center stack? No

LOL, I was wondering if I should include that, and here you are.

He’s showing how much you can carry in the back! Like a folded-up blanket topped with a foil-wrapped sub/hoagie/grinder/hero (trying to be inclusive here).

The ad gets an eh for effort, but ND.

Each ! = one hoonage demerit.

Objectively, if it’s as well preserved as it looks, it might be worth the money. If you need its full scope of capabilities, but you’re on a budget (a comparable new Suburban is probably $70K), but you don’t want a fright pig, and anyway you prefer less of today’s buggy electronic frippery...this might be your ride.

This is completely frivolous and yet awesome. It’s frivolawesome. Someone with more money than they know how to spend will go for it. NP.

For this, you would want to pay drive-it-until-it-breaks money. For most of us, $13.5k ain’t it. ND.

When a 928 fares worse in the voting than a cartoonishly pimped out Eldorado, you know something very bad happened to said 928.

I like how he captured the little rectangular shape just inside the bottom of the windshield. Steering wheel? Bah! We’ll just shift our weight as needed to change direction.

New Jersey...um...represent.

The LUUUUVVVVV Boooooaaaat!

Who thought that looked good?

Easier to drive: Modern(ish) automatic vs. 60-year-old stick. Again, not for the purist, but for low-effort jaunts to the wineries or C&C.

Nah, it will rust, but it will be the explosive kind, first theorized by Da Vinci but only proven by his descendants in the 20th century.

Easier to drive and somewhat safer than stock, looks kinda cool. For some non-purist with money to throw around, this will be NP for a weekend toy.

She loved Rockbiter, and so she made her home with him. Slowly the weeds grew and entangled the Falcon, ensuring she would never leave this place.

It heard about the Mustang Mach E, and it’s just trying to stay ahead.

When Maurice emerged from his reverie, he found himself on the far side of the city park, surrounded by an angry crew of mud-splattered maintenance workers and one stern gendarme.

I assume at one time all of these colors were matching or at least coordinating. Time is cruel to ’70s interiors.