Or the perils of owning unique cars and being transsexual.
I have spoken before of the dangers of driving vintage cars and being outed before I went full time.
On Saturday I zipped over to the gas station to fuel up the Mark IV Continental, sans makeup just jeans, flats and a black jacket (LuLu Lemon, but unisex). As I am pumping gas a cream coloured Lincoln LS pulls in slowly drives around me, the driver is starring, perhaps a Lincoln admirer so I smile back.
The Lincoln LS is now on the other side of the pumps and comes to a stop, minding my business I continue to feed the Mark crushed dinosaur juice and self consciously strike a girly pose (is that possible while filling up your car). I don't hear anyone get out so I turn around to see that the guy I thought was starring at me was actually female (it is hard to see through the dark glass) as the Lincoln pulls away I notice the vanity plate. OMG it is the wife of the guy I bought the 76 and 72 Mark IV's from!!!
I kept in touch with the previous owner and often consulted him for advice but have not informed him of my transition as we have not spoken for over a year.
Was she concerned the car was dirty and the paint faded (although she looked good when I bought her the Florida sun had done a number on the paint and it has not faired well over they past 15 years of my ownership…..yes you are right I was only 14 when I bought her HA HA.
In my defence the Mark IV received an expensive custom built 460, transmission upgrades, dual stainless exhaust, custom made coil springs to lower the ride height and two sets of mag wheels amongst numerous upgrades and mechanical repairs. She has also been rust proofed every year and remains sold as a rock.
OR was she thinking who is that strange women driving our old car, I thought we sold it to that guy a few blocks over. About an hour later I am walking down our street with my youngest and her best friend, escorting them back to our house to play when I see the same Lincoln LS pull away from in front of our house.
"J" tells me some woman had stopped to look at my Mark IV and even tried to open the door to look inside.
Hmmmm, I think I better drop off a letter to both her and her husband, explaining some of the anomalies see witnessed. Funny thing she is cosmetician, I am sure we could have an interesting conversation.
Hugs,
April
A smooth rocker from Australian rockabilly guy Colin Cook:
