We’ve seen a number of examples of this vintage Lincoln over time, a car that was the end of an era for big bodies, delightfully large displacement engines, and bold appearances. They are truly a car with either fans or detractors; there doesn’t seem to be much middle ground.
All of these featured Lincolns possessed a certain dignity and age immunity to them, which to me often seemed reflective of their lives having been somewhat easier, and perhaps more pampered, than most. Then I found this particular Lincoln, a car that appears to be making a bold claim of having had more swashbuckling adventures than any of the others. If one is so inclined as to believe its dignity has been compromised, this Lincoln certainly compensates for that in perseverance and stubbornness.
This Continental was parked near one of those stores in which one can procure an abundance of life’s little necessities for the princely sum of one dollar. Being out running errands in a decent rain shower is certainly more adventure than its siblings were experiencing when captured in pixels as all the others have been found on sunny days. Would any of the other Lincoln owners have deigned to drive their Lincoln around town in the rain to purchase toilet bowl cleaner or razor blades? It seems unlikely.
There was a distinct yet unquantifiable something about this Lincoln that vehemently disagrees its sunniest days are well in its past. It’s argument makes sense; if it’s sunniest days were indeed over, somebody would not have gone to the effort to replace at least three different body panels. Can you imagine the weight and awkwardness of carrying that hood? Or the fun of lifting it into place for mounting onto the hood springs? Somebody truly loves this Lincoln, and they love it for what it is.
As I photographed our tri-toned Continental, I was very curious what sort of person was the current caretaker. Male or female? Young or old? Every possible scenario I could think of made a degree of sense in one way or another.
The setting presented some irony. A Lincoln, a 1970s symbol of success but now in a condition that isn’t, parked at one of a countless number of faceless strip malls helping the owner carry on with life. A Lincoln, faded from its initial glory, looking longingly at the world headquarters of the Bass Pro Shop, another 1970s success story that is still in its ascendency. A Lincoln, its tarnished luster abundantly clear to anyone, still doing what it was meant to do. Perhaps the destinations had changed but there is little doubt this Lincoln carried its loving owner to the store in smoothness and utter silence.
Contemplating all this while sitting in the car and waiting for my wife to finish in a different store, this Lincoln smoothly and silently cruised by in front of me. This Lincoln is twice the age of its male owner; something about seeing this tells me this young man is well on his way to success, his Lincoln being a formidable tool to aid him in reaching, and achieving, all his destinations in life.
Found March 29, 2019
Corner of Sunshine and Campbell
Springfield, Missouri
Those who haven’t ridden in one can pooh-pooh them all they want, but one 1000 mile trip (during their prime)in one would provide them with a come-to-Jesus moment for sure. Nothing like one of these (or their GM/Mopar counterparts) for an extended journey. We took a 3000 mile trip in our ’75 Cad DeVille and nothing could have been more comfortable (well… except maybe a Talisman!)
Uncomfortable part was the 8 – 10 MPG…
If you could afford one of these new it wouldn’t have mattered a whit. And my ’75 got more like 11-12 in regular use.
What really bugs me now is the idiots who complain about current gas prices, it seems they’ve never heard of inflation. Compared to income, gas at $2.89 per gallon here in NY is about as cheap as 33 cent gas was in 1971. Average cars get probably double the mpg as they did then. It’s true that you can’t fix stupid it seems.
Backseat rides in these gargantuan devices is often a real ill-fest. The cars gyrate all over the place and it is difficult to see out.
Of course, the cigarette smoke association I have for 70s cars has something to do with this opinion. My folks used to say I got carsick. In fact, I was being poisoned by second hand smoke.
“gyrate all over the place” with a 127″ wheelbase and 4900 lbs? I beg to differ.
That smoke must have had an ill effect all right.
I had a ’75 Lincoln Town Car, a slightly earlier version of what is shown in this article. Randerson is absolutely correct. I’ve owned almost 30 cars and the ’75 Town Car is head and shoulders the best highway car of all of them. That year still had the 460 cid V-8 putting our only 206 emissions-chocked net HP. Yes, gas mileage around town was only EPA rated at 12 mpg, but it “improved” to an EPA rating of 16 on the highway. As wonderful as it was on the highway, it didn’t like sharp corners a whole lot. The surprising thing was how good it was in Western Michigan’s snow belt! I put very good snow tires on the back, and once it got going, its 5,400 lb weight would go thru anything, even snow drifts as high as the hood! There was, however, sometimes a problem when you wanted to slow down and/or turn on a snowy or icy road…………. I owned that car for 4 years, and I only got stuck in the snow once in all that time — and our annual snowfall total ranged between 5 to 10 feet of the white stuff.
I am optimistic. The replacement of body panels may yet foretell a restoration to glory. More power to the owner, beyond 460 cubic inches worth.
I could see a fender get replaced due to damage of some sort but the header panel…
I’m sorry. Since I was an adolescent I’ve never been able to unsee those clumsy wheel arch flares tacked on to quarter panels clearly designed for skirts.
The rear bumper filler has held up better than any Cadillac from this era. As a matter of fact, the whole car has.
Middle-aged people could drive a ’74 and earlier Lincoln Continental/Town Car and continue to feel spritely middle aged. But by ’77 if you took the wheel of a new TC you instantly became old… and probably more likely were. I don’t see a 60 yr old JFK driving this car. More likely a Benz, or maybe a NYorker if it had to be American.
The turbine wheels set it apart.
Don’t see that today!!
Wheel rims painted black..yuck!!
About the tacked on rear fender lip probably because Cadillac ditched the skirts in the downsizing and FoMoCo didn’t want to spend the money for a new fender stamping. I always liked the choice GM gave you with 70 Riviera and 1st gen Monte Carlo full or “mini”skirts. Also I liked the solid deep-dish aluminum wheels Lincoln and other Ford brands offered during this time…polished like chrome.
Fabulous tanks. Smooth riding and roomy. Ah, if only they had good fuel economy. At the fuel station, the gas jockey implores the driver of this Lincoln, “Please shut off the engine. You’re getting ahead of the pump!”
Someone must love this car so that makes me smile.
I get 9-10 miles per gallon with my T-Bird on a good day with the AC turned off. But those are happy miles.