1975 Mercury Cougar XR-7

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The Mercury Cougar has been reinvented many times, but we've only seen a couple of incarnations in this series. We've seen the lean and mean '68 Cougar and the Bloated Final Year Of The Rebadged Mustang Cougar, but what about the Farrah Fawcett-Approved Cougar? I found this appealingly rough '75 parked across the street from the '82 280ZX Turbo and quite close to one of Alameda's non-Buick Skyhawks.

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This car definitely runs and drives, but with gas prices closing in on five bucks there's no telling how much longer it will be possible for its owner to quench the thirst of its 351, 400, or 460.

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Now that's class! A Cougar emblem in the little opera window! See, the Malaise Era wasn't entirely about diminished expectations- you could get down and funky with that special someone in the luxurious vinyl comfort of your Cougar's back seat, while the same activities in a cramped 60s Cougar would be more like a game of Twister inside a packing crate. Don't forget the Acapulco Gold and Foghat on the 8-track!

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Sadly, those mean ol' bean counters at FoMoCo decreed that the super-cool sequential turn signals would be axed for this generation of Cougars, but the full-width taillights were partial compensation.


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A friend of mine had the '77 variant, with the 400 mill. My God, that was a horrid car. Yes, it was comfy. That was all I could say in its defence.

The mileage was brutal (and this was in the days of 39c/litre regular) and the wiring was PCH on the order of Lord Lucas' best (worst?). If the radio worked, the electric seat were on the fritz. If you fixed the seats, the wipers wouldn't work. You fixed the wipers...well, you get the picture.

True story - We were bombing along a country road around 11pm, approximately Too Fast For Safety, (80mph, when 45mph would have been sufficient) with the high beams on, when we saw the loghts of an oncoming vehicle approaching. Being the conscientious driver, she hit the footswitch to bring it down to lowbeams...

Got nothing. No light whatsoever. Cue shitting of pants, considering we were pounding around a corner at the time.

A quick stab of the button brought the discovery of an interesting wiring quirk - the order was lowbeam>highbeam>off, in that order. I later replaced the switch with the proper model of footswitch, and it exhibited the same behaviour.

I was NOT sad to see that beast go. I would've picked a 78 Marquis Brougham over that craptastic hunk of mobile scrap.