It’s a Mercury Lynx GS 5-Speed Diesel! Yes, this Mercury ticks every box and somehow it still comes up short.
You want obscurity? As if people still remember Ford’s 1980s world car, the Escort, nobody is going to use up potentially worthwhile brain cells on the Mercury Lynx.
It’s a survivor, speckled with rust, and there’s worn grey paint over a leisure suit Larry maroon interior. For every other urge to be contrary, there’s a hatchback, a manual transmission, and the wheezy old engine runs on trucker fuel.
You want perfect rims? look at those mismatched steelies! You want bumpers? You could use them as a bench. If what you want is a repulsive, generally terrible, totally unloved, rattly, dinky little shitbox, look no further than this crap can Mercury.
It’s everything I claim I want in a car, but perfection isn’t about giving you exactly what you want. I pray that I never own this car.
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