It just seems so very right that an elderly gentleman of apparent blue-collar ethic, with his straw Sunday driving hat on display at the ready for a break in the weather, would be the one to preserve and drive one of Ford’s (and indeed, perhaps all of Detroit’s) most questionably baroque malaise tanks. In classic 70’s two-tone pea-soup-and-baby-yark green no less! It’s not a hot-rod, a classic cruiser, a luxo-boat, or a hoonable sleeper, but having survived this long, it doesn’t need to be. Just look at it: it mocks you and your soullessly efficient techno-appliance. It laughs at your over-engineered road rocket. It spits on your restored over-compensator. It can do this, because it and its driver just are, by virtue of their very continued existence, and that’s all they need to be. They are the silent middle fingers that lend balance to our overeager vulgarity. So whoever you are, Mr. Supergreen 1975 Ford LTD Squire Coupe Driver, I salute you. Until we meet again and I finally have to cut you off so I can get a better picture. Out of due respect of course, so please don’t take it personally… and please don’t hit me for spite. Your car would win (unless I’m driving the Angstmobile… then it might get interesting).