By on September 21, 2010

You know a car is in trouble when it’s owned by cats. This once proud luxury car had fallen into a rancid feline funk. Cats sunbathing on the roof. Scratch marks on the outside vinyl that had gone from small rivlets to rippling rapids. Even a few dozen tears in the seats from my girlfriends five siblings. The headliner could have easily turned into a canopy plaything for the cats. But thankfully the doors were kept closed at all times. No pee smells in here! In sum, it was redneck car-chitecture that had been forgotten in a rural Georgia driveway somewhere between civilization and Deliverance. The ‘extra’ family car that would prove to be my girlfrined’s future transportation for the next three years.

I would like to say that I replaced all the fluids and hoses. But the truth is I just used the following tools. Battery, gas, duct tape, thumbtacks and a staple gun. The 302 engine started right up once the battery was removed. My wife thumbtacked the headliner while I concentrated on keeping the interior door panels attached with ‘God’s scotch tape’. After a solid seven minutes of interior reconditioning, we started it up and headed to downtown Stone Mountain, Georgia.

A few miles down the road and I smelled something strange. Oil? Gas? Nope. The car battery. It was leaking acid all around the passenger floor. My future wife rode Indian style for the rest of the journey back to the house where I borrowed some baking soda in a futile attempt to clean out the carpet.

Eventually we cut it all out and put a bathrug on top of it. Then we needed a radio. Junkyard? Naaahhh. A $20 boom box from a yard sale was perfectly fine. That was it. The air, radio, power windows, door locks, seats, mirrors, CB radio and even the antenna didn’t work. Apparently 1983 wasn’t one of Detroit’s best years.

What did? The steering wheel, brakes and engine. Oh, and the trip computer worked. That was an amazing thing to behold. One button and it would tell you all the things that were going wrong on the vehicle. A list of wants that would even make Santa Claus sigh in disbelief.

On the road it was pure beater. But safe… and blazingly fast given the driver. Everyone in my wife’s family had lead feet and at 21, my better half saw stop signs and speed limits as mere offhand suggestions. She would take it to her job at a TV station in downtown Atlanta going 85 the whole way on the left hand lane. The car in front of her would see a vehicle the size of Thor bonking up and down, with the headlight covers in half-closed mode… and naturally assume that the driver had to be heavily involved in inner-city pharmaceuticals. Even SUV drivers were afraid of her car. I couldn’t blame them.

Eventually I found a junkyard with the parts we needed. Then two. Then three. After a tune-up the mileage shot up to an amazing 16.5 mpg and the vehicle found it’s mechanical groove. Other than gas it was low-cost. I don’t recall a single thing we had to do to it other than the constant onslaught of leaking fluids.. Let’s face it. The thing ‘drooled’ and by the time I saw multiple puddles on the driveway on a daily basis, I knew it was on borrowed.time .

Like any beater, it was not always loved. When we got a house in the ‘burbs, the Steenkin Lincoln was egged by an unadoring teenager. A visit to the offender’s home with my thick New Jersey accent and gritted teeth yielded the only car wash the vehicle would ever have with us. It served one other function. Sympathy. A young nouveau-riche doctor from Emory decided to unload his ten year old Camry for $500 thanks in great part to the Lincoln’s beatitude.

The very day her mom gave us the title to the Mark VI was the day that vehicle died. We were coming back from an auction (where else?) when the Mark’s computer suddenly read ‘Low Oil Pressure’ followed by automotive castanets. 224,857 miles R.I.P. I loved her so much that eventually we bought another 1983 Lincoln Mark VI. A two door cream-puff which would endure the ages. That one would soon be known as ‘The Blingin’ Lincoln’.

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13 Comments on “Hammer Time: The Steenkin’ Lincoln...”


  • avatar

    Ed: I don’t know how you found a Mark VI with the skinny quarter window and no opera window, but that’s darn impressive.
    Panther Appreciation FTW.

    • 0 avatar
      Slow_Joe_Crow

      The doors on those old Eldorados were so long they had two inside door handles, one for the front seat and one down low at the back so you could open the door from the back seat.

    • 0 avatar
      FemCarFix

      I have an 83 Lincoln Mark VI with 13k original miles on it in excellent condition, same kind with the skinny quarter window. I am looking to sell. Headliner is just starting to come down. At dealership now having the digital dash replaced, speedometer stopped working. If you know anyone interested have them email me @ [email protected] Really would like to sell. Was moms car and she isn’t driving anymore so it is sitting in garage. I can send pictures to anyone who wants them. This really is a car you HAVE to see if interested.

  • avatar
    findude

    Those doors are longer than some cars. Never park next to a car like this.

  • avatar
    crc

    To me, this story is pure awesome.  There is so much here starting with the love for a beater.  Then there’s the low cost fixes.  The memories alone that allow such a story are priceless.  I fear that most of this will end with new generations of young adults.

  • avatar
    Sinistermisterman

    “The thing ‘drooled’…”
    Oh that made me laugh! Driving any one of my multitude of beat up old Ford’s always started with a quick check between the front wheels to see if any serious quantity of any liquid had leaked out overnight. If the pool of ‘drool’ was less than 6 inches across, it was fine!

  • avatar
    Educator(of teachers)Dan

    God Bless the American Sedan.  Too bad Ford is dropping the batton.

    • 0 avatar
      john.fritz

      Indeed. They’ve been threatening to pull the plug on our beloved Panthers since early 2K and now it seems it’s finally come to pass.
       
      One can only hope they’ll pull their heads out of their collective asses. But this time, I don’t know… It certainly has an air of finality to it.

  • avatar
    Civarlo

    Positively pimplicious!! What’s sad is that in a few years that machine will probably end up in an American ghetto somewhere mutilated with 22-23-inch rims and a sound system that will boom and rattle the body panels off.  

  • avatar
    obbop

    “The thing ‘drooled’”
    Akin to raising minihumans once you train the drooling heathen how to spit things are much less messier.

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