“I should’ve bought a Miata” I said to myself while staring at my new car. It was dirty, noisy, and had puked coolant all over itself after having to be pushed up the driveway. Now, two and a half years later, I’m extremely glad that I didn’t.
“Are we in the tree of trust? The trust tree?” the text demanded to know. We were. A few weeks later I was driving a Merkur the color of cheap lipstick from Georgia to Virginia. The XR4Ti had gone from Tanner Foust to Rutledge Wood to Me and then to another kid named Matt. And now you can own it. Buy this car.
So I have now officially owned my 1986 Merkur XR4Ti for an entire year. In this year, I learned how to drive stick, taught myself how to heel-toe rev-match, completed several successful journeys, and was only stranded once. Lets start by talking about some of the work that has gone into the car.
Being the owner of a Merkur XR4Ti and the son of another XR owner, we were both very excited when we heard Ford was reviving the 2.3 Turbo engine in the Mustang. The Mustang hasn't been powered by a 2.3 Turbo since the SVO which ended production in 1986 and featured the same engine that was slotted into a Sierra…
Here's the official Hungarian car catalogue from 1974 issued by the state-owned Merkur Company, your one and only choice. If anything, it proves that when the Russians take over your country, you're screwed.
I'm 16 years old and I bought a notoriously unreliable car sight unseen that is 4 states away in the middle of December in Northern Indiana. But bear with me here because I'm not quite as crazy as I may seem.
Alluring (asinine) alliteration aside, allow me to set the scene for a rare sighting. You are a Boy Scout in a suburb of the nation’s capital. As a Troop, on this fine Saturday morning, you are out delivering mulch, the lifeblood of a fundraising operation. On your fourth trailer load of the day, your back is hurtling…
Being a dead sub-brand of an also dead brand is a daunting stigma to overcome. Today's Nice Price or Crack Pipe Merkur Scorpio has risen from the grave, but will its price make it dead to you?
Have you ever noticed that the term "import car" doesn't get tossed around like it used to? In these days of Toyotas from California, Volkswagens from Tennessee and Chevrolets from Canada, it's becoming harder and harder to tell the difference between a "foreign" and a "domestic" car.
Ah, the Merkur. There aren't many better examples of how poor marketing can kill a decent car. If you're a frequent visitor to Jalopnik, you know this story. But if you're a regular human being capable of healthy relationships with other people, allow me to explain.
An eagle-eyed reader in San Diego spotted a Merkur XR4Ti, Cadillac Allante, and Subaru SVX all parked with a film crew in front of his office building. The man in plaid clearly gave them away as Top Gear USA, but what's going on here?
Welcome to Down On The Street, where we admire old vehicles found parked on the streets of the Island That Rust Forgot: Alameda, California. Yes, I'm back in California this weekend, so it's time for an Alameda flashback!
The Türbö Schnitzel XR4Ti has competed in several LeMons events here in South Carolina, with predictable results each time: KABOOM! Obviously, an XR4Ti must have a turbocharged Ford engine, but there's no law that says it can't be a V8!
Historically X marks the spot, however Ford seemed to miss the target with their mid-eighties imports. Today, Nice Price or Crack Pipe wants to know if time has improved the perception of their aim.
Bad timing, bad marketing and bad pricing have all killed a number of great cars. With a little help we've identified these ten great cars that sold like complete crap.
After every 24 Hours Of LeMons race, we put together this list of the top finishers for you. And when we say "top," we mean "every single car that managed to get onto the track."
As always, there was no shortage of BMW E30s at the last LeMons race, but we also saw representatives of British Leyland, German subsidiaries of the Detroit Big Three, and a whole squadron of Saabs.
They're back on the track for Day Two of racin' at the 24 Hours of LeMons South, and lust for the checkered flag has turned all these formerly polite Southern boys into a bunch of PCP-overdosed Junior Johnsons, with dramatic spinouts galore (yes, we'll have some action shots in a little while). A contributing factor…