Used Lincoln Continental for Sale near Quebec

This car has several funny stories and memories in it. Me, my dad, and my uncle spotted it at Murray Motors in Hellertown, PA in 1994, shortly after my grandparents moved to the arear from Arizona. It was a silver, 1 year old Lincoln with low miles, and my grandpa was carless after selling his 1983 Cadillac Fleetwood. We told him about it, and my Grammy claims he went out for a walk one day and came back with that car. He had it 11 years, and it spent the last couple years of its life as a spare car at the lake houses. I drove that thing as young as 14 years old with my grandpa sitting calmly in the shotgun seat smoking his pipe. My Aunt Jenn borrowed it when the tranny in her Pathfinder went, and some carelessness on the part of many relatives led to the engine losing all of its oil and seizing up. The car went to the junkyard and I got to keep all of the emblems as souvenirs.

I really like my 1993 Lincoln continental it was a very nice car with a good 3.8 V6 the build quality was ok but was ok but not the greatest it needed repairs like the air shock are the worst on lincolns the cost of ownership wasn't that bad and the gas mileage was bad 13MPG city and 20 on the highway but the car is a really fun car to drive and i do miss it.

It looks great. Except it bounces. Ha it looks like a grandma car but if i go further south it is a ghetto car. It is so pimpe, leather seats, digital dash, but no cup holders lol. Sound system is perfect.

This car has several funny stories and memories in it. Me, my dad, and my uncle spotted it at Murray Motors in Hellertown, PA in 1994, shortly after my grandparents moved to the arear from Arizona. It was a silver, 1 year old Lincoln with low miles, and my grandpa was carless after selling his 1983 Cadillac Fleetwood. We told him about it, and my Grammy claims he went out for a walk one day and came back with that car. He had it 11 years, and it spent the last couple years of its life as a spare car at the lake houses. I drove that thing as young as 14 years old with my grandpa sitting calmly in the shotgun seat smoking his pipe. My Aunt Jenn borrowed it when the tranny in her Pathfinder went, and some carelessness on the part of many relatives led to the engine losing all of its oil and seizing up. The car went to the junkyard and I got to keep all of the emblems as souvenirs.