Lawrence Street Sighting: Lincoln Mark V

Lawrence has quite a few hidden gems, and every so often, said gems reveal themselves in the most unlikely places. Just off 6th Street, a rather poor section of Lawrence between LMH and Old West Lawrence lurks; not much crime, and not much income, but classic cars are not all that far or few between; this mostly means pre-1986 Chevrolet Caprices and Impalas, but there are some Ford products here, too. Aside from all the various RWD ex-copcar GMs and Fords, I did find one lone Lincoln; and it's one of the cooler FoMoCo cars I've shot.

I've always liked this bodystyle, and to me, this is the two door Lincoln to have if you must have one. I like the sightly different Town Coupes (more luxurious and based on a different car) as well, but these are my favorites; with the help of a friend on a car forum, I have narrowed this one down to being a 1977 car in Rose Crystal Metallic or a 1979 car in Light Red Metallic. Was pink not manly enough for this big Lincoln? Although, I suppose if Lincoln  had called it pink, they would've given it more power so it can outrun the insults?

So, obviously these brutes weren't meant to be powerhouses, and the powertrain reflects that; a 400 with 208 horses and 396 ft/lbs of torque isn't going to make a big car into a drag car and the small 400 made even less power--179 horses and 329 ft/lbs. I suppose a 3 spd automatic being the only trans available had something to do with that. Then again, who would order a big car in a stick? Not many people. So Ford didn't even try.

As one would expect, the hot, dry summers have taken their toll on this once magnificent Lincoln; although the red over pink exterior is quite my cup of tea, I bet it was a striking vehicle when it was new--and to be quite frank, it still is. I like these cars, and I try to shoot every one I come across, and I've never seen one in this color combination. I have to say--I like it if only for the nostalgia factor.

I will say right now that I love the turbine wheels on these, and I hate the full-face wheelcovers; they make the car look underwheeled and cheap, whereas these turbine wheel look great. And Ford knew it, too, because these were in service until 1991 or 1992.

I am glad I found this car, because despite the "girly" color scheme, this is probably my favorite Mark spotting yet--and that's saying something.

Minneapolis Street Sighting: Geo Tracker

There are certain cars and trucks that I have a fondness of, for various reasons. The Geo Tracker is one of those vehicles. Many people dismissed it as just another cheap piece of crap. I refute that argument. I grew up with one. Seeing a first-generation Tracker in any condition brings back fond memories, but seeing one in mint condition takes me back to when I was five years old.
My dad had a black one--a 1993 model, base, two-wheel-drive with a 5 speed manual. Black with fuschia trim, it was probably the most fun car I ever rode in. Yes, that includes a Mercury Capri, and various Ford Explorers, but the Tracker remains to this day one of my favorite--and most hated by classmates--family vehicles.
When I was five, I thought an open-top vehicle was awesome --and still do. Many memories were had in it-- racing through Pillsbury Crossing and seeing if I could get wet sitting in the back seat, screaming down Iowa street with the top off in an a down-pour, and long hauls up to Michigan and back in freezing cold weather with fogged-up windows.. the list goes on.
My dad's was a base model-- but not quite. Unlike the one featured here, my dad's had LSi wheels upfitted at the dealer. He thought the base painted steel wheels looked cheap--and they do. The slant/directional five spokes were much classier, and admittedly gave it the "Barbie-car" look that was so popular in the early-to-mid nineties. But I didn't care. I was five. It was a convertible. I loved it.
Ultimately, my dad lent it to someone who was learning to drive a stick, and it first notice, it appeared the clutch was dead--and because it was worth so little money-wise, it wasn't fixed. But that's the most dramatic mechanical letdown it ever faced. 150,000 miles of road trips, hard winters, rock-hauling, drum-hauling, mudd-bogging never let it down once. Like the saying goes, you get what you pay for. And boy, did it pay for itself over the long run. At a shade over $9200 new, one would think the Tracker was just another disposable piece. But it outlived everyone's expectations--and it wasn't just our example. Despite the rust bug, tons of these things are still going strong in Minnesota, just in less-than-pristine shape. In Kansas, too, they're not quite gone. I love these, and I hope they never go extinct.











This fuchsia example was probably about as nice as I'd ever seen. No sun bake, no rust, and the original dealer sticker still adorned the tailgate. To see something this nice, this clean in a usually rust-laden state was a shock. Obviously, the fuchsia isn't my color of choice, but it represents the Tracker well; in the 1990s, bright and ostentatious colors were quite the norm for "youthful" vehicles. Trucks like the Ranger Splash, and new for '94 Chevy S-10 and utility vehicles like the Jeep Wrangler and Ford Explorer two-door, and even compact cars like Ford's Escort line and Pontiac's Grand Am GT model came in youthful colors.
The wheels, too, are a tad lacking. I much prefer the styled aluminum directionals as opposed to these travesties. Okay, they're not horrible.. but.. they bring down the appearance of the whole vehicle. Wheels can either make or break a car, and here they break it. At least they're all original and haven't been swapped for something cheap/ugly/huge yet. And seeing that this Tracker is in impeccable condition means that no bling will ever harm this. That's quite good, because Trackers remind me fondly of my childhood--and the last thing I want to see is one defaced.