This is the story of a crazy custom Crown Victoria that might very well have been the inspiration for the Mercury Marauder. Thank you Car and Driver.
If I've said it once, I've said it… well, maybe I have only said it once: Anything weighing two tons and casting a 17.7-foot shadow ought to be a national monument. Or, at the very least, federal law ought to prohibit it from being named after a prudish British matriarch who married her cousin and invented five orders of knighthood plus the phrase "We are not amused."
Of course, "We are not amused" more or less summarizes our opinion of the Rubens-esque Ford Crown Victoria, a sedan famous as a taxi, as a cop car, and as a mobile condominium in which Uncle Seth can store all four sets of his Callaway Big Berthas.
Still, there's something about the Crown Vic that might amuse. For one thing, it is the last of the affordable full-size, V-8–powered, rear-drive American sedans. And as Chevrolet accidentally demonstrated with its ballsy Impala SS, the market for big brooding, brutish boulevardiers remains, well, rabid. Sure, it's a lounge lizard of a car, an A&W street racer, a hot rod for Thumper's Third Base Saloon (motto: "Last stop before home"). But if Ford wouldn't create a Dearborn version of the Impala SS, we would. Or blow up engines trying.
By John Phillips
Photos by Aaron Kiley