Word: forded
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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There's too much flourescence in the damn Ford dealership. You start picturing all this looking at the color glossies. A big bloated Elvis. Elvis backstage. Elvis demanding that somebody buy him his glasses right now. Elvis handing out rings in gratitute, saying only a few words. Elvis who blewup his television with a .38 police chief special because he didn't like the programming. Elvis who didn't live near anybody. The guy who had no peers. By the sixties there wasn't even any competition. Elvis who locked Priscilla away in Graceland until she was old enough...
...ethic going on here with this car. "Hell, now, I wouldn't sleep with Raquel Welch if she wanted it just to sit in the car." It's practically--no, it is--a bona fide matter of honor. A bona fide matter of honor right here in his prefab Ford showroom in the middle of nowhere...
...back of the truck. He's wearing a Chevy hat and chewing tobacco. There's nothing worse in the world than farming sometimes. His wife is all wrapped up in a windbreaker; a modified beehive hairdo. When they come in they seem embarrassed by the pretty, heavily made-up Ford girls, with their insincere cooing over all 124 cubic inches of a new Granada. But eventually they come over to the car anyway. The stand there. Elvis is singing an incredibly overproduced version of "Look Away to Dixieland," and no matter how corny that song may be it will still...
...Ford agency is in the middle of nowhere. Like many cities of the "new" south, there's a beltway ringing the town. You have to ride fifteen miles to get here. It's nothing but car dealerships and light industry. There's no reason to be here unless you're here to see the car. You just don't happen...
...Ford dealership expects to draw twenty thousand people in the four days the car is there. They're trying to push the new small Fords. Things are unwell in Detroit. Elvis is dead, too. Gatlock claims it's a break even situation. He says nothing makes him more mad than hearing people accuse him of making a living off a dead man. "J.D. never would, never will do that. They were friends. There's no respect in that." He mentions the plastic Elvis clones in New York. "Hell," he says. "It still won't be Elvis." He points...