So, XO, what hidden meaning do you find in my vehicle? I have the Ford Five Hundred with AWD.
I drive a Buick Regal myself. What Fascist proclaimation does sirs present with such a travesty of a vehicle?
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Well, one would assume a yearning to present a royal image.
I sure hope it's better than the 1982 Regal four door I had. It had a large (3.7 litre) buy truly puny engine that could not maintain a constant 60 mph on the I-75 hills coming into Atlanta from the Soth and the puniest brakes that I have ever had on a car, including three Renaults (a Dauphine, an R-10 and an R-16) a Studebaker and a Hudson with twin H-power. One was never sure one would stop in time. The interior plastic was five shades of blues and greens, ranging from baby blue to stale peasoup green, much of it some form of self-destructive plastic that flaked into bilious green dandruff when scraped. It blew a headgasket at 61,000 and the dash caught fire and burned, ending its career at only 81,000. I bought it used for $850 and spent over $1200 on it in the two years I drove it. The rear windows could not be rolled down, instead, there were electric wind wings. One was broken in an incompetent attempt to steal the fool thing.
Unfortunately, it did not last long enough for the only purpose it was well suited for: Roger Smith's tombstone.