A distinctively different shape among all the other cars on this streetscape in Budapest, shot and posted by Roshake77.
That goes for the front as well as the rear.
Cohort Pic(k) of the Day: 1991 Ford Crown Victoria Found In Budapest – One Of These Is Not Like The Others
– Posted on February 20, 2022
They stand out quite well here too and I found theres a local club for ex police models.
My son made several German friends while attending grad school (around 2012). They were all enamored by the 1991 Crown Vic I had given him. It was in excellent shape; body, triple Navy Blue, mechanically & interior. They loved riding around in it.
Asked why they liked the car so much coming from the land of the Audi, BMW, VW, etc. they replied “chick magnet”.
I guess those Fräuleins have excellent taste in cars. LOL.
So that’s where Matlock retired to.
Anyone ever notice how much this facelift made the front end look like a 75 Seville? Always gets a chuckle out of me when I see these referred to as an Aero facelift, though I’m coming around to thinking these are more attractive than the pre-facelift version
Last one I rode was a taxi in Bremen, Germany about 10 years ago. Driven by a guy from Bradford, England
Been 25 years since I was in Budapest with my family; we likewise were driving a Ford there but it was a Scorpio wagon. We were supposed to get an Opel Omega but they were out of them at the rental agency, which turned out to be good for us. My family pack on the heavy side, and I doubt our luggage would have fit into the trunk of a sedan. Also, the Scorpio was an automatic; during our previous visit 3 years before we rented an Opel Vectra (1 less person travelling with us so it worked out space wise) with a manual, but on this trip I got some sort of food poisoning in Prague so my (since deceased) youngest sister had to drive…and she only drives automatic. I guess my Dad could have driven if necessary since he can drive a manual, but we’d pretty much relieved him of driving on trips even domestic ones by that time.
We had an interesting border crossing into Slovakia, having passed through first with no drama, but maybe 15 km in the officials drove past us and indicated they wanted us to drive back to the border (my Mother’s first language is Slovak, so she understood what they wanted). They looked at our passports yet again, and asked to look in the back of the wagon, which was piled high with luggage but also we’d stopped in Miskloc to buy gifts (alcohol, primarily) for our relatives, so we were a bit apprehensive about an inspection, but turned out they opened my Father’s day pack, which had individual instant oatmeal packets on top, they looked a bit bored, and indicated we could continue on our way.
My Dad was initially upset with me, since earlier that day I’d gotten stopped for speeding (which is rare for me; I’ve only gotten one other such ticket (in Germany) for not slowing down fast enough…coasting isn’t tolerated if you haven’t achieved the deceleration required…I’m not a leadfoot at all). I think we just fit a profile; we had a pretty large car with Swiss plates and a bunch of Americans, we must have stood out some…but we also saw Hummers while in Hungary; this was right after the Balkan conflict so there were American troops we stopped to talk to at a rest area, though they were a bit reticent for some reason.
My relatives (bulk of my Mother’s family, she only has a brother and his family in the US) live only 30km from Ukraine; we are hoping things de-escalate with Russia.