It did not look like a Lincoln to me, but it drove like one: slow and lumbering (despite its zippy lines and advertised 4WD). So when it went straight, I turned left. When I pulled up to the intersection that would bring us both to the freeway onramp, there it sat, at its freshly turned red light. Me, I was about to get the green. Yes!
Sometimes it's the small victories that make you so very happy.
|This is a Lincoln, vintage 1968. It almost deserves to be |
slow and lumbering.