Once about a year ago, while put-puting along in the right lane at 65mph of a 70 mph interstate, I saw in the side mirror a fast approaching, recent full sized model Mercury. As it appeared to me maybe a Marauder , I watched as it flew by. I soon saw the word Marauder in the rear bumper, more interesting was the blue haired old lady piloting, and her white haired husband in the passenger seat, head on his shoulder, fast asleep.
My thought with the fast disappearing Merc was, I hope her grandson knows what he has when he inherits.