While I have managed to find a car I once owned in a self-service junkyard, it’s very rare for me to photograph a vehicle on the street and then, a bit later, in the boneyard (though I have had a street-photographed car show up many years later in a race at which I was officiating). Then… this happened.
Back in 2017, I spotted this incredible customized Mercury Grand Marquis coupe in a Denver supermarket parking lot. I waited for the owner to show up and he allowed me to shoot some photos of his car.
The attention to detail and overall artistic vision was impressive, but the man who created this masterpiece gave me the impression that his neighbors disapproved strongly of his Mercury, and that he’d been given the brush-off by the uptight organizers of car shows in the area.
It made me hate this stinkin’ world very much, that a car like this would anger those clueless squares.
I got the guy’s phone number, intending to write an in-depth feature on his Marquis (in 1982, the Grand Marquis was a trim level, not a model name), but then I misplaced the number and didn’t see him again.
About a year later, I had an oh no! moment when I spied this car at a self-service yard a few miles to the south of Denver.
How could this have happened?
Perhaps enraged, narrow-minded neighbors kept calling the law about this car, and too many tickets for parking in the same spot for more than 72 hours (a rule usually enforced only when curtain-twitching neighbors go running to The Man) resulted in a tow-away and prohibitive fines to get the car out of the impound yard. We may never know.
But all is not lost! Not much later, I found this pickup with very familiar upgrades, and it looks even more striking than its Marquis predecessor.
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