Curbside Classics Lincoln Fest: Doors To All Nine Parts Open Here

I almost forgot to include the existential riddle that I would ask my early 1980s talking Nissan Maxima. Sadly it only knew the answer to but one riddle. When is a door, not a door? When... Nissan Maxima: "A door is a jar. A door is a jar. A door is a jar."

You cannot know that there is no gate until you have been through the gate. +1 for Sonny...he had some knowledge of women.

And they are already painted black.

In 1977 I had acquired a 1966 Fairlane XL fastback 390HO, 4 speed for $175. After shattering leaf springs on the Fairlane during a minor airborne expedition I parked it opting to step up in luxury with a 1966 Continental with the 462 engine, not the 460. A local Dr. had recently traded it in with only 68K meticulously maintained miles. For just $950 plus tax it was mine. the Automobile was very subtle with beige on beige leather/fabric interior and black landau top. It is still the nicest riding vehicle I've ever owned. That's despite a forest of trees plowed down, the sets of tie-rods and ditch entries it tracked straight down the road. It always started in the winter and required nothing more for maintenance than oil changes. The typical Ford over bracketed engine compartment made even changing a thermostat an erector set expert out of me. Back then I didn't mind the 8 MPG it got around town or the 10 MPG freeway cruising control. I got fewer tickets, I got more dates, and preferred parking by the valet The back seat was very accommodating. One time in order to make last call (according to the bank clocks) we made it 48 miles from Rochester, MN to Hager City, WI in 28 minutes through two towns and across the Mississippi River Bridge. My Aussie friend called it a Yank Tank of distinction. An automobile, not a car. I miss that automobile. PEACE