I always liked my cars large and assuming. The Escalades, Durango’s and their ilk strike me as.refrigerator boxes. They look as if they should deliver ice cream, or ferry goods.
The Grand Marquis parked on the street is a throw-back to the kind of vehicle I coveted. That’s in the past tense because it was once-upon-a-time when wheels meant something to me.
I might smile at the Mercury as I pass, but it no longer holds status for me. Or captivates, as it once did.