asked Shelly from the backseat of Bershada’s big old Lincoln Town Car. The car, a blue so deep it was almost black, was rust-free. Usually, it takes only a few winters for road salt to make a Minnesota car start bubbling around the edges, and this model was thirty years old. There are a lot of Saturns in Minnesota, because they have plastic bodies. “It comes from Arizona,” said Bershada. “I have a friend who subscribes online to several Arizona newspapers. He keeps track of estate sales and reads used-car ads, and when he sees one of these old tanks for sale, he goes and buys it. There’s always a market for them up here. I love ’em. This is my third one. My first was twenty years old. The older I get, the further back I reach for my cars.” She laughed. “Okay, I understand where,” said Phil, who was also sitting in the backseat. “My question is, Why? Why buy something like this? It must get terrible mileage.” “Well, it doesn’t get the best mileage, that’s true,”
