Back in the day Brian and I both had variants of the vehicle to the right, although never quite as fancy (no racing stripes - probably why we had such a hard time in the College Station dating scene). I had the wagon varietal, with a broken windshield and he had the Mercury version, the Tracer (or Tee-racer as he dubbed it), complete with custom kayak-roof-rack (a wooden pallet tied to the top of the car). Both vehicles saw some completely inappropriate usage (right hand turns at 60mph, baja-rally style driving out to Reimer’s, shoving five kayaks on top for a trip to the river - and more that my lawyer has advised me not to disclose). How we are still alive and not guilty of vehicular manslaughter is often a mystery to me.