From the February 1995 issue of Car and Driver.
My granddad had the first Lincoln on the block, a respectable blue 1974 Mark IV coupe with crushed velour seats and a marshmallow ride. I thought it meant he was really rich. I rode in back, ticking off other cars as they passed in the crosshairs of the Lincoln emblem etched into the oval porthole windows.
That Lincoln was little more than a Ford with a big grille, but it meant luxury to me, at least until we worked our way through…
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