I must have some kind of subconcious draw to little red Ford droptops, because this is the second one I’ve found while working my way through Copart’s listings of the damaged, destroyed or otherwise derelict automobile heartbreakers. Just like the last Mustang I featured, this 1965 Mercury Comet Caliente makes you wish that the weather would finally turn good, that the roads will be wide-open and the gasoline cheap, and that everybody who is going to bother you about going into that big, suddenly scary world without a care to be had will do the right thing…which is to lock themselves inside of their houses and to stay out of your way. From the front end, things look great. Cragars, beautiful paint, nice white top…but why is the trunk open?
Behold, the biggest problem with owning a classic car and wanting to drive it. You trust your own driving and if you’re the root cause for the crash, so be it. As bitter of a pill as that would be to swallow, you’d really have nobody to blame but yourself. But a rear-ending is something else. You were probably doing everything right, sitting at a stop light when suddenly it was like the hand of God came down and flicked your car from behind. Minor 5-MPH rear endings are a jolting affair…whatever hit this Comet was well above that. For some reason we’re picturing a later-model crossover parked underneath a red Mercury, with a still-glowing smart phone between the crossover driver’s feet. We don’t know that for sure, but without knowing the actual incident’s details, that’s a pretty educated guess.
You would think bright red would be a very easy color to spot, right?