We got a new pastor at my church in the late '80s. He drove a new fancy car,
an '88TC with everything but the sunroof and leather (which means it has the
auto, too). Said the dealership in his home town gave him a deal on a new one
from the showroom in January 1989, after getting out of the Seminary. Came to
our town in North Dakota later in 1989. I loved the car. He would let me borrow
it on Friday nights, if I washed it, and changed the oil. In 1992 he left the
priesthood, and got married, had kids, and needed to move it. I was looking for
something to replace my dying Camaro. I bought it and never looked back.