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The greatest car ever invented is the 1984 Ford Crown Victorian, with electric windows, doors, and seats, with its old school body and a 5.0, police equitable under the hood. This is what you would call a real car.
This is the heart and soul of cars for me. The legroom and trunk space is like having a truck. To keep it from falling apart new cars have to be babied the on gravel roads that I travel. I have a 1997 Chevy Lumina, 1993 Buick LaSabra, and 1994 Crown Victorian; all is running bad and falling apart, but not my Big Baby. This is a car that if you tip toe in it, it will not run right, this car has to be ran wide open.
A truck tapped the front passenger side of the 1994 Crown. This took out the bumper, fender, and light. The 1993 LaSabra has had a new front cap, because of my son parking to close behind another car. The Lumina is ok body wise because I am the only driver of it and I drive it 10 miles per hour until I get to the pave roads. Now the 1984 Crown Vic takes a licking and keeps on ticking. First hit I sent my son on errands, phone rings, ma I just hit someone. I Talked to the man he said it looked bad. I told my son to bring the man to me. My son pulled up first, I am thinking to myself, why do he like to play jokes so much, not a mark on it. Two minutes later a baby blue 1995 Cadillac with the front cap torn to hell. Second hit, 1:00 a.m. a deer jump in front of me, hit breaks, deer falls on hood, and no dent anywhere. Third hit, I was trying to maneuver around a crowded gas pump, hit the pump guard, broke the blinker cover. Fourth hit, herding cows, one of them kicked driver door, dent I pulled out and no paint needed.
I drove this car to Georgia four times and Ohio twice. This car has been in every county in Mississippi. It has been in the back woods, back hills, side roads and the bushes. This car was picked up by Katrina and sat back down, and went on to move some people to a shelter. To get to my children during Katrina it drove over four trees across the road. Big Baby has traveled many of paths and she is still the best car I own. Nevertheless, the best part is that with all of this she still looks good. She has a fingernail size hole in the ragtop, the back seats are faded from sun exposure, and she is smelly from my Newport addiction.
I plan to have her restored and an antique plate place on her in the near future.
