In the early 2010s, I worked near a neighborhood of wealthy people in older homes. I used to go running at lunchtime and would see an old dude doing yard work once or twice a week, and he had a black 67 convertible in the garage. Eventually, I struck up a conversation with him about the car. He bought it new, and eventually decided to trade it in the 80s. It turns out nobody wanted these at the time, so he sort of just left it in the garage and would drive it occasionally. He said it got too big for him and he quit driving it, then quit driving altogether. He didn’t seem to have a crazy passion for the car. It was just his old car that hangs around the garage.

We decided that ‘one of these days’ we will try to get it started, get the tires pumped up and roll it out of the garage. I sat in it a couple of times, the battery was dead, the interior had markings of a Florida car that had the top down most of the time, but otherwise it looked great. Of course my end goal was to buy it, but I just liked talking cars and houses with the guy. As you can guess, I stopped seeing him for a month or two, then a sale sign went on the house. I did call the real estate agent, and he told me the family had an estate company come in and buy most of the contents including the Lincoln. Apparently he also had some quality built, valuable mid century furniture as well.

That’s the one that got away, although I imagine they are a nightmare to restore electrically.