I spotted this rare specimen as I was dropping my toddler at nursery school, and came back hoping for a nearby parking spot close to the express subway.
Completely, utterly unexpected fifty year old compact domestic coupe on a major street in Queens, NY. It’s just the second Maverick I’ve seen in thirty-five years. The other one was in front of a body shop in Maspeth, and an interloper from the Poconos.
I thought salt got them all.
The car was surprisingly clean, but I was wearing an expensive wool suit and could not kneel to check underneath for rust.
That looks like it would hurt.