I love the wheels on my 1980 Lincoln Versailles, which was given to me by my Papa Dave. No one wanted the car, he couldn't even sell her--so she became mine.
In 1995, it was reported there were only around 900 left in the entire world! I'm sure there are even less now. The reason for this shortage is because the rear end of the Versailles can be used in the old Ford Mustangs.
She is the oddest looking car--a long elegant front end with a short backside. She looks unbalanced. The dashboard is covered with teal blue leather, along with plush carpeting on the floors of the same color. She's white with a tiny pinstripe down the sides. She sports lights which turn on as one wheels around a corner, an eight track with am radio, lights in the keyholes, a thermometer outside the thermal heated side mirrors. That is only a short list of the many luxeries built into this amazing car.
And what a wonderful drive! Like pouring melted butter. When I drove her home for the first time, I asked "What is your name?"
She coyly lifted one crome covered shoulder and replied in that sultry big engine voice, "Kitten.'
I spoke to my husband about this, and he immediately explained he wasn't going to drive any car named kitten. He said, "She's the White Tiger."
I agreed with him, of course. A white tiger with the nickname of Kitten. (grin)