Since finding this Mercury last summer, I have seen the car twice. The first time almost ruined my day.
While heading south along US 63, I’m sitting at a signal behind this dog lover and thinking of what Curbside Classics might be awaiting me. As this particular town is ripe with them, I knew something was longing to meet my camera.
As I continue south, I’m continually attempting to find contenders that meet my self-imposed rule of being 20 years old or older. Suddenly there is the Monterey, in a commercial driveway to my right. I’m really thinking how great it is that somebody is exercising it. As I approach in my company-owned Ford Escape, my eyes grow wide, my heart begins to race and a variety of words erupt from my mouth….
…He’s pulled out in front of me to turn left, and I am about to hit him!
Slamming on the brakes, he must hear my concern. The driver is a little old man with huge eyeglasses who can barely see over the dashboard. When he realizes his error, I hear this ear-splitting, “WWAAAA” as he shoves the throttle into the firewall.
The big white Mercury takes off like a slingshot and I, in my little white Escape, breathe a huge sigh of relief. The sweet old Mercury has been saved from a very ugly door ding, and I have been saved from ruining a Ford Escape.
As you might have guessed, I wasn’t able to grab any pictures. However, I did discover this old Mercury has tremendous throttle response.