Rust Belt Tails II: And the Stars Look Down
It was with a heavy heart that he read his instructions which he had to carry out- "it has come to our attention that some lincoln navigators, and f-150s created at the factory in flint were defective, with problems coming from the engine being mis-installed
Catharsis
I stepped out of my lincoln, a brown mks, patted the front of my suit, straightening myself out some as i walked in. "cesar, whatsup boss? need a coffee? azad made baklava, fresh."
The Dogs of War
"metro, i've got one running east on lincoln from 32'nd. pit bull, looks like he's gunna bail..."
Graceland
Dean was waiting outside the lincoln street roadhouse when they pulled up. the dingo at least had the decency to look mildly apologetic. "sorry i called you out." "what's the deal?" "well, the cable's on the fritz.
This is Madness!
0.o ---------------------------------------------------------- new york city pedestrians shouted and screamed, as they tried to avoid the crashing footsteps of the statue of liberty and the lincoln memorial, as they
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Sixteen
Next stop, abraham lincoln! choo choo! where was i going with this? i don't remember. here, have a crumpet. ** ** **don't feel like waiting for the next chapter?** you don't have to!
Count Every Beautiful Thing
And where the lincoln street roadhouse catered to the lumberjacks, and annie's to the fishermen, and three sheets to the tourist crowd, caps drew an eclectic mix. it _felt_ like the town could make something of itself.
Birthright - Chapter 2
The caroline, washington, and lincoln, on the other hand, duck into a low orbit, the troop ships underneath the caroline.
A Place to Rest on the Ocean
I deplaned, walked over to my lincoln town car, and sped off to town. later that afternoon found me in fugloy, boating north into the northern atlantic to spend some quality time alone.
Consequences
The lincoln street roadhouse." "why?" "because you _owe_ me," the vixen said. "you still owe me. and the least you can do is get me some information." warily, jeff buckled his belt and pushed the audi's starter. "okay?"
Consequences
Moments later, the cat was sliding into the plush, white leather interior of his meticulously clean, black 1964 lincoln continental. the old behemoth roared to life with little hesitation, masking the 'whoosh' of a large pool of accelerant igniting.
06 - The Best Laid Plans
You don't hide behind homophobia in lincoln, do you?" "no. the guys i know about are all either intolerable jocks, or so effete that most people aren't sure they aren't girls, at first." "oh. those types." "the ones i can identify, anyway."