1977 Mercury Cougar
Two words: Bench seats. You can't buy cars like this any more: the world has changed, and maybe that's a good thing. Still, something was lost when we stopped being able to seat three across the front. Drive around with your arm around your girlfriend(or boyfriend, It's an equal opportunity Cougar!). Drive around with awkward love triangles across the front seat, I do not care. The sensation of plowing down the I5 at 85 miles an hour plowing past tiny Corolla and Smart Cars like one of Hannibal's elephants at Rome simply can't be matched.
So this is less of a car and more of a Adventure. Let me give you an example: about a year and a half ago I drove this beast to Vegas. I drove it there hoping to kill it. It just didn't die. It went around the mountain roads of California, tyres screaming like some bad 70's cop movie(bad 70's cop sound effect tyres included!). I nearly died, the Cougar kept going.
Wanna go camping? The Cougar! is all over that shit, it takes to dirt like a large dog to mud . Last journey It took was to winter harbour. That's miles of rough logging roads for those of you not familiar with the north of Vancouver Island. Everyone else up there drives Trucks, capital T, and the Cougar was passing them like they were powered by gerbils.
When the cops (finally) came to tell me I couldn't leave it uninsured on the side of the road(that might not have been a good idea but it is now insured) they basically just went on about how awesome the Cougar was.
I think this car has super powers.
Cougar! Includes:
Keys that say Bad Mother-Fucker on them.
Like a cubic mile of baby blue paint
Radiator wood
Spare Tyre with a different total radius.
Authentic dirt from the North Island.
About half a litre of Ford powersteering fluid.
Vegas tramp stamp
A copy of Matt Goering's Life in Hell left in the Trunk
Someone's shoe that came with the car when I bought it
Tyre squeelling noise when driven fast enough
and the greatest hood ornament of all time!
I recommend this car for busboys, poets, social workers, students, artists, musicians, magicians, mathematicians, rednecks, maniacs, yodelers, plagiarists and highschool kids who need somewhere to fuck.
$400 obo.
