Chapter 43 - The 1986 Ford Taurus (Patreon)
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The primary article link that I consulted for this car would not post properly here, so it is copied below:
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Man, this car was bringing me back in fucking time, I thought with a grin, my hands caressing the steering wheel a little, marveling at some of the technology that had debuted with this model year. This sedan was a turning point and shaped the future of the family sedan for decades to come. There were some pretty cool features too. The speedometer was digital, there were some minor controls on the steering wheel itself, and I could rock out with my built-in cassette tape player. The speakers weren’t even half bad.
My rented 1986 Ford Taurus with a whopping 1,000 miles on the odometer was a far cry from the luxury of the stretch limousine I’d spent 3 hours being chauffeured in, but making the switch to this rented sedan was necessary if I was going to sell the character of Joseph Gothic, NSA agent who’d flown in from D.C. NSA agents didn’t arrive at NASA facilities in limos. They did wear big sunglasses though, so I had picked some up to play up my mysteriousness. Giving people what they expected, even if it was total bullshit, was half the battle in selling a cover identity.