...so why was I giggling uncontrollably when I drove out to buy this? It's a '76 Ranchero 500, 460/C6, and it's in remarkably good shape. I actually sold a low-mile, mildly-modified, perfectly-running-and-even-kind-of-stays-in-its-own-lane, 1996 Lincoln Mark VIII LSC in order to buy this Wrongchero. I didn't even care that the steering shaft isolator (the rubber disc thingie, it had been replaced with that idiotic tan-colored replacement that fails almost immediately) was destroyed, giving me something like half a turn of slack in the steering, forcing me to herd it home instead of steering it, and that I think that my mileage was somewhere around 5mpg, but I really didn't care. It's not like I haven't owned ancient cars before (5 1970-1971 Ford Torinos, 1968 Impala Custom Coupe, 1967 428 Fairlane, '66 Ranchero, and some others I'm forgetting), but for whatever reason, I was the happiest when I pulled this gigantic POS into my driveway. Thanks for allowing me to come aboard.