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1964 Mercury Comet fastback
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detroitlib · 10 months
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Rear view of a man posing in a 1963 Mercury Comet convertible. Simulated moon in background. Label on sleeve: "Ford Motor Co., Mercury Comet convertible rear, 1963."
Mickey McGuire and Jim Northmore Boulevard Photographic Collection
National Automotive History Collection, Detroit Public Library
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stone-cold-groove · 1 month
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From the car files: cover artwork from the 1965 Mercury Comet brochure.
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vintagepromotions · 11 months
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Advertisement for the Mercury Comet (1960).
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misforgotten2 · 10 months
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Wow! Specially equipped cars performed well in a company designed test? Who da thunk?
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thewordwideweb · 8 months
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Word of the Day: Galaxy
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The Word of the Day is “galaxy.” When the ancient Greeks looked up at the night sky (there was much less light pollution back then), they saw countless bright white stars swirling across the heavens, as if some deity had stirred a godlike amount of milk into the inky blackness.
They needed a name for what they were looking at, so they called it the Milky Way. Well, they would have called it that, if they had spoken English, but this was ancient Greece, so they spoke ancient Greek. And they called that swirling mass of stars “galaxias kyklos,” meaning milky circle or – wait for it – milky way.
As for that idea that some god had spilled milk in the heavens? Well, there’s a Greek myth about it. Zeus, that old horn dog, tricked and seduced a mortal woman, who gave birth to Heracles (Hercules). Zeus took the baby to Mount Olympus, and laid him on the breast of his sleeping wife, Hera, so Heracles would drink her divine milk and become immortal. When Hera awoke, she pushed the baby away, but some of her milk spilled and created the Milky Way. (You can’t make this stuff up…unless, perhaps, you’re an ancient Greek.)
For the Greeks, the Milky Way was the only galaxy. It wasn’t until the 20th century that scientists confirmed there are actually billions of galaxies out there, some presumably milkier than others.
In case you’re wondering what got me thinking about the origin of “galaxy,” I was remembering an eventful trip from NYC to Buffalo during a blizzard with my friend Mike in the early 70’s. I seemed to recall his car was a brownish-goldish Ford Galaxy with a manual transmission and the gearshift on the steering column. I checked with Mike, and as it turns out, it wasn’t a Galaxy after all; it was a ’62 brownish-goldish Mercury Comet. (Hey, I knew it had something to do with space.)
For the record, “comet” has nothing to do with milk. It comes from the Greek “komē,” meaning “hair.” The comet’s tail resembled long hair streaming out behind it in the winds of space.
As I said, it was an eventful trip, which ended with Mike and me being herded into the back seat of a patrol car of a Broome County sheriff’s deputy. But that’s a story for another time. Or, to protect the innocent, perhaps never.  
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clark-sons · 4 months
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seat-safety-switch · 2 years
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To say that I didn’t particularly enjoy my time driving across our great country is an understatement. While the Trans-Canada highway is as pleasurable a drive as ever, and the 1976 Comet GT lived up to its reputation as a road-swallowing go-anywhere machine, I was left wanting something more. And that something more is old-school, shitty restaurants.
When I was a kid, every small town on the highway used to have a variety of execrable food-holes that only stayed afloat because passersby were in too much of a hurry to try and get their money back. Virtually all of them served weak fare that you were lucky to not find an old cigarette butt inside, and everybody local seemed to be ordering off a different menu than you, the outsider.
Cutting that old Mercury out from the tree that had grown around it, I didn’t expect all the greasy-spoons to be gone. I envisioned a lot of great experiences like this on my way to Ontario, in order to attend the 100th anniversary of the invention of rust. What I found instead, though, was Tim Hortons and other depressing chain restaurants, sitting in the spots that used to hold something more interesting. Where I remembered a corn-dog stand cut into a giant fibreglass replica of a tree that was only open two days a week, there was now a corporate shithole that wouldn’t even give me the local variety of food poisoning.
I think there’s still some hope, though. On the way back, I’m going to try and avoid the major highways as much as possible, in order to find places so obscure that even the local politicians can’t justify spending taxpayer money on a franchise. Sure, it’s going to add about a month to my return trip, but I did get a little over-enthusiastic at the corrosion anniversary afterparty, and so I don’t think it’s a good idea to drive all that quickly either.
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cosp00ramcummins · 8 months
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chloelikesthesims · 2 years
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Mercury Comet
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mercurycomet · 1 year
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1966 Mercury Comet
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scarowsims · 2 months
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Mercury Comet
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sistensims · 2 years
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Mercury Comet
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elsipe · 2 months
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Mercury Comet. 1963?
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quiltofstars · 7 months
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A postcard of our Solar System // Henning Schmidt
From top left, going counterclockwise: the Sun, a comet, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. The Moon fills the bottom of the image
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