1975 Lincoln Mark IV review from UK and Ireland

Absolutely nothing, even though it was acquired in rough shape and driven mindlessly and without thought about servicing in the rough climate of the Canadian prairies.

This car felt like a very clever thing to own as it was converted to run on propane gas rather than gasoline. Nevertheless, the fuel consumption was utterly devastating, giving me a range of just under 150 miles before having to dock onto a propane filling station again. I became better acquainted to the gas station attendants in my city driving this car than I cared for.

Other than that, the car had buckets of character, which is oozing decadence. The car is easily one of the most unnecessarily voluptuous vehicles on this planet, and somehow very "Motown". It's simply very, very cool, in a sick and obese sort of way.

The car feels every bit like an ocean liner to drive, and even following a modest bend in the road will send you cranking the steering wheel far further than you would in another car; that's how indirectly the steering is geared, which also feels like it isn't connecting to anything, it's that light.

The car is deceptively sluggish; it feels like it isn't willing to get going, but when you look at the speedometer, you realize you're flying already.

In the long run, I got rid of it because the sheer size of it freaked me out. Maneuvering it through the inner cities even of spacious, Canadian towns was such hard work that I thankfully accepted the services of a much smaller car soon.