Another Ambassadorship for sale: 1970 Ambassador

Remember the Ambassador from India we came across in Holland last year? That was a stately set of subtropical wheels. At first we thought it was London taxicab gone astray. American Motors Ambassadors haven't lasted as long in the market. We caught this one in Maine at the beginning of this endless winter.  Caught a 1966 Ambassador, downeast, around Thanksgiving time. Both are for sale: this one's at Motorland in Biddeford. Maybe Maine winters always feel that way--endless--in the last week of February. And, hey, there's all of March to look forward to. (Aw, quit whining.) The problem is, even with the Autoliterate eye for all things vernacular, there's something a little deep-frozen about Maine right now. Too many parkas, too much gray snow, too many damn Subarus. And just what happened to America's sense of car color? What happened to the flamboyant two-tone paint jobs? It seems every car in Maine blurs into the same narrow palette, which starts and ends at silver, and in between rarely ventures out beyond gray, taupe, and various other mud-inspired hues. Even the reds around here look kinda subdued: like dried blood. I like the lincoln green on the Ambassador though the interior upholstery and faux-woodgrain is a Seventies thing that didn't work for me at the time and never will. Reminds me of David and Julie Eisenhower, somehow. It was 70s vinyl like this that made me into an organic Banff old-pickup truck-driving hippie. But the car has its points, I'll agree. The 390 c.i.  engine was out of the AMX and undoubtedly gave the car some zoom, even if your grandmother was behind the wheel.