Apr
06
I have a fantasy going here. It starts with a Mercury Marauder, a cop car in Saturday-night duds, all black, wearing just a touch of jewelry around the side windows. This thing moves like a fullback earning fun money as a bouncer at Hooters. Leg into the four-cam V-8, and a happy howl comes out, I remember the days when big Detroit could outrun and out swagger anything the foreigners could throw at us, and this 4300-pound jock takes me back to them. I’m thoroughly amused. Even the driver seat works for me, something I haven’t said about a Ford in this millennium. Read more…
