What ever happened to the rest of the world
that Ford was looking at when it designed the Lincoln LS to be a world
But this is the LS, the pampered, coddled and decidedly independent thoroughbred at the top of the Lincoln line, conceived and brought forth in championship form. Let's rethink that description for a moment.
What’s in a Name?
Someone was on the right track at Ford this time. There were engineers who bent steel and strength into a sleek, nimble frame and formed a no-excuses, rear-drive powerhouse with an impressive zero-to-60 between 7 and 7.5 seconds depending on the model, and a top speed "in excess" of 145-miles-an-hour (in Germany with Z rated tires, according to Ford honchos).
There were the designers who knew when enough was enough and left the look clean and inviting. And there were the seers - those who foretell what deliciously futuristic gadgets will tease the most discriminating of appetites before they're created out of ideas - who weren't clouded by the mundane.
Even the financial folks must have kept their
distance this time, allowing the vehicle to emerge as it should be and
not what it almost could have been. Where did that message get lost?
It is - according to one perplexed enthusiast - "sort of like being handed an F-15 Eagle and having it marketed as a Sopwith Camel."
Apparently the folks who dream up these pearls of wisdom have never been behind the wheel of the LS. Pity. From the perspective of driving 90-miles-an-hour on a twisting, winding five-mile course of wet truck gravel, this is one automobile not to be trifled with.
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