Sajeev answers: I always wonder if I'm sharing too much about myself on Piston Slap, aside from the narcissistic rants about Panthers or whatever else the B&B gets me worked on. It's all good, but shit Son, I don't even own a Panther! And no, my Fox-ination has little to do with the Fox Mustang. But it all started on December 31st, 1986. That's the day my parents took delivery of a 1983 Lincoln Continental Valentino. It completely changed this 9-year-old's perception of cars, since I was primed to learn by this age. "The Lincoln" is a proverbial buffet of automotive uniqueness: style, surprisingly competent craftsmanship, period technology, and sleeper resto-mod potential. As the years went by I couldn't stop absorbing more about cars and either applying it or witnessing it on "The Lincoln." It's so intense, so unique, that I am still researching it's mysteries to this day. And spending tens of thousands on a complete rotisserie restoration and a significant resto-mod power train upgrade. The money is a sunk cost on a fool's errand, but I'm just a 9-year-old in a man's body. When you combine a stylish luxury car signed off by Valentino himself with the endless possibilities of the Fox Body, you have a car that appeals to the designer inside you and the classic Ford Hot-Rodder you always wanted to be since the days of the Flathead V8 powered Model A. This is the car I drew in the margins of my grade school notebooks. It "took" me to Detroit on a misguided journey to be a car stylist. Perhaps "the Lincoln" is the foundation for both Piston Slap and Vellum Venom. Damn, I just blew my own mind.
And once you get one Fox, you kinda can't stop. My parents loved the Lincoln so much more than their previous GMs (which where truly horrible) that they got a new Cougar XR-7 the next year. We loved it. So it continued: a 1985 Thunderbird 30th Anniversary Edition, a 1991 Mustang LX 5.0 notchback, a 1991 Lincoln Mark VII LSC, a 1984 LTD "LX", etc…
And as the Fox disappeared into cult classic collectible, we turned into Collectors of the Breed. Our garage now has eight of them, in various states of repair. The Lincoln pictured above is disassembled, floating on a rotisserie. After four years of frustration, the Cougar is turning back into a daily driver for yours truly. My how time flies. I doubt a day has gone by since the Fox wasn't on my mind…since December 31st, 1986. When I'm old enough to write The Book of My Life, the Fox will likely intertwine itself in every chapter. Jeff: so there you have it, you have my "update on my own Fox Body experience." Thank you all for reading, have a great Sunday and a fantastic week come tomorrow. from The Truth About Cars http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com | |||
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