Fiction: Klockau fixes Lincoln

Smithers, kill all combovers!

Once again, it was time to fix a company that had been doing just fine until about five years ago. But this was extra important. Lincoln had been near and dear to me ever since I first rode in my Grandpa Bob's midnight blue ‘77 Mark V.

This time it was personal.

“Jayson, another gin and tonic! And bring the Town Car around front, we need to be at the boa…