Taking a perfectly good car and intentionally beating it to death for fun is a crime against nature, but if the car you're set on obliterating is already well on its way to that great junk heap in the sky, why not have a little fun with it?
There's little doubt that the best thing to do when you're in college is buckle down, study hard, and try to get the best grades possible. For better or worse, I was not one of those focused students at the age of 18.
The 1977 Mercury Cougar's a masterpiece of malaise-era bloated excess. What better way to improve upon perfection but by festooning an example with murals of cougars? The answer is there's no better way to improve a 1977 Cougar.