Nearly a month has passed since I bought my 2004 Lincoln Town Car, long enough to get a sense of what kind of a ride it is. I love the limousinesque excess of it, the uber-comfortable dimensions and the soft, cushy ride. My wife thinks the heated leather seats are its best feature. When I went out of town one day, I set the cruise control at 55, stuck a Mantovani CD in the player and settled back for a bump-free ride. (Now I'm very much a rock 'n roll guy, but in this car only the most relaxing elevator music seems appropriate...Sinatra, Peggy Lee, Henry Mancini, Sixties bossa nova. Frank Chacksfield?) Very nice. Since buying this car I've added an OEM set of floormats in a matching, tasteful shade of taupe, and a matching dash cover. (This Town Car is burgundy, with a tan vinyl roof and taupe interior.)
Fuel consumption: 23 city/26 highway in Imperial gallons. Acceleration: sedate and civilised. Can reach 60 mph, at least.
My only possible complaint is the donut spare tire in place of a real one. That's not much of a gripe, though; the good things about this car far outweigh the bad. There's a reason Ford sold 10 million of these Panther platform cars over the last three and a half decades. Now if I could only afford to send my wife's Japanese junker (horrors) to the scrapyard and replace it with a proper Ford Excursion.
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