So clean, and it looked so fragile. Few gave it a second look, though I fell into the endless well of cool that is its blue interior. Even these Futura Falcons are so plain today.
They have all the added chrome that Ford could manage, but the tucked in, narrow, minute wheels and the frail, thin grill take over. It is refreshingly thin, dangerously so.
You’d think it might catch on with the SoHo crowd, but maybe they were just intimidated.
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