I debated doing a video, but my cell phone camera is pretty terrible. The audio would probably be worse. Didn't stop me from dusting off Hot Rod Lincoln for the first time in a while though. This is my 1979 Lincoln Mark V with 28k original miles. Even the 8 track player still works, and I've built a Bluetooth adapter to jam some more recent tones through the original stereo. My 1969 Lincoln Mark III was a labor of love for about 5 years, including new paint and interior. It still sports its original 460 4V and is a head-turner in and out of the car show circuit. And this is the Fender Telecaster (lovingly known as the TeleBastard) I built to take along in the 1969 Mark III for car show season. You can't see it clearly, but there's even a small gold Lincoln logo under the bridge.
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I bought a Mazda Protege for a friend of mine who needed a (really, really, super-duper cheap) car. Paid $100 for it, and it ran great, but the transmission fluid was burnt to a crisp, so I'd already sourced a transmission. When my buddy and I pulled the dolly into the barn, we noticed several smells. Notably, rodent droppings, moisture, cheap cologne, and old Taco Bell. Since the guys we were buying it from seemed like the cheap cologne and Taco Bell type, we made a snap judgement that there's no way it was the car. How would it even be possible to smell the interior from the this distance? My worst fears were confirmed after the car sat in the sun in the driveway for a couple of days, and the stench was obvious from 6-8 feet around the car. I decided to shop vac it out before my friend came by to not give her the wrong impression of her $100 investment. As I was sucking up cigarette butts, rodent droppings, etc., something got stuck on the shop vac under the seat. I pulled it out, and it was a cracked cheap cologne bottle, and all the nasty liquid inside was entering my vacuum, which hasn't smelled the same since. Then it happened. Another clog revealed the other half of the stink. A maggot-infested, half-eaten Taco Bell burrito. I've now learned to trust my nose, as well as my gut, which told me that I would never in a million years have purchased a Mazda Protege. Especially not one so well, ahem, lived-in.
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