I was never a fan of big American gunboats, but I sure enjoy all your featured cars and more often than not I think - HMMM... "I would look pretty good in that one!"
The color and the wheels on this one caught my eye when I saw it on BaT. These things were everywhere and then they weren't. I think I rode in a few of them back in the day too.
The problem is that with stuff like this, I’d need to have a storage unit and jackstands prior to obtaining one. But you never know when you’ll get one.
The only person that I know could find one of these (or any other car this nice in perfect, Adam Wade-style, without going through what he does), is probably Euroasian Bob in Wichita, KS.
So I’d have to ask “Bob, could you find me a 1987 Cutlass Supreme Brougham Sedan in like-new, or survivor condition,” while getting a storage unit for one, then waiting.
On a vaguely related note, one of the stories I sold a decade or so back was about a 13-year-old's trip to Elvis Presley's Graceland (late 1985) that I went on with my dad, the current stepmother at the time (I went through eight or nine of them, no, really), one full sister, one half-sister and two half-brothers, but they were true brothers from a different mother (and also different that this brother), and an earlier-1980's custom GMC van with fender flares, appropriate paint and requisite 15x8 Hurricane finned aluminum wheels.
The trip there isn't what's important.
It's Graceland itself.
The way Graceland (the main house, anyway) is maintained, it's curated to where it's supposed to look like the exact way it on the day Elvis died (minus the porn star red furniture, that was reportedly and thankfully changed by Priscilla to a less trashy white later on before the tours began), to the point where while you're doing the tour in the kitchen, you almost expect him to pop out from behind a door somewhere, eating a sammich, and asking you, "hey, you guys hungry?".
I wasn't too concerned, apparently, about Elvis actually being there as the tour moved outside, while nobody but my asshole father was watching me, I stole the radio knobs off of Mr. The King's Harley trike that used to be parked out back (most of the lesser toys and vehicles were parked out back, they're all now in a museum IIRC).
The rest of the house is the same way, it's essentially an oil painting you walk through, fixed in one point in time. My name for the entire estate, both then and now, was "working tomb", in that it's a tomb that's still...in use, frozen in time, it will never change or be updated, it will stay in that locked state until it burns down or people stop going there, which, by the way, if you haven't ever seen Graceland, you really do need to see it before you die, if only to see the home of the most tasteless rock and roll star in recorded history.
That's the takeaway from Graceland, it's splendor you'd see from a trailer park guy that had just won the lottery, this is what you'd see in his home, except in the case of Elvis, he just kept winning that same lottery over and over, so while the outside of the home is fairly conservative, the interior is something else entirely.
This Buick?
It's a rolling Graceland tomb. It's a vehicular oil painting that moves, except for the fact that it's also got a touch of Dorian Gray about it, little bits and pieces of things crusting over and flaking off, and if you know anything about older cars, especially the superficial 1970's and 1980's cars (this Buick is sort of a decade frozen in place), they're the Madeline Ashton and Helen Sharp of the automotive world, in that if you don't take extra special care of yourself and just keep it parked in a climate-controlled garage, this Buick will be just like those two fictional actresses at the end of "Death Becomes Her", in that you'll do everything you can to keep them pretty, but one tumble down the wrong road and the car will fall apart when you're least expecting it.
This Buick? It's a fascinating type of opulent, in that if you wanted the best at this time, you really should buy a Mercedes in 1984 if you want the best of everything, but if you were an American fancy type with lots of money but zero class and equal parts imagination, this is what you rushed in to buy.
It's an amazing car in a it's-actually-not-too-bad-if-you-leave-your-intelligence-at-home-on-the-counter when driving it, these were all over the place for me in the 1980's and 1990's, and then you'd see them begin to pile up in wrecking yards, usually stripped of very few parts, because you didn't really need anything off of them unless you were one of the Buick Faithful and were simply stripping for spare parts for your own Dorian Graymobile.
As stated in the comments, somebody did indeed get a bargain, it's just not known yet which kind.
Thank you to the author for posting this, I'd actually forgotten about these cars until now, I seem to recall one that my dad took in as a trade for something else around '85-'86 (my dad owned several used car lots at this point), and I vaguely recall driving it somewhere on a short trip.
Someone got a bargain.
This car makes a lot of sense as a daily driver for anyone with basic wrenching ability.
Agreed
I was never a fan of big American gunboats, but I sure enjoy all your featured cars and more often than not I think - HMMM... "I would look pretty good in that one!"
I love these wheels on this car, more Park Avenues should have had them. It is crying out for wider white stripe tires though.
Beautiful color combo
hyper rare to see one that isnt rusted out and beaten to death
that probably colours my view of them becuase even a mint one looks out of place
If Stellantis can bring back the Hemi-powered Ram truck, why can't GM bring back the iron 4.8/5.3 LS without dispacement on demand in a RWD sedan?
Because fuck you, that's why.
-Mary Barra
I'll take "Sad But True" for $400, Alex.
The color and the wheels on this one caught my eye when I saw it on BaT. These things were everywhere and then they weren't. I think I rode in a few of them back in the day too.
I’d have one like this in my dream garage.
The problem is that with stuff like this, I’d need to have a storage unit and jackstands prior to obtaining one. But you never know when you’ll get one.
The only person that I know could find one of these (or any other car this nice in perfect, Adam Wade-style, without going through what he does), is probably Euroasian Bob in Wichita, KS.
So I’d have to ask “Bob, could you find me a 1987 Cutlass Supreme Brougham Sedan in like-new, or survivor condition,” while getting a storage unit for one, then waiting.
On a vaguely related note, one of the stories I sold a decade or so back was about a 13-year-old's trip to Elvis Presley's Graceland (late 1985) that I went on with my dad, the current stepmother at the time (I went through eight or nine of them, no, really), one full sister, one half-sister and two half-brothers, but they were true brothers from a different mother (and also different that this brother), and an earlier-1980's custom GMC van with fender flares, appropriate paint and requisite 15x8 Hurricane finned aluminum wheels.
The trip there isn't what's important.
It's Graceland itself.
The way Graceland (the main house, anyway) is maintained, it's curated to where it's supposed to look like the exact way it on the day Elvis died (minus the porn star red furniture, that was reportedly and thankfully changed by Priscilla to a less trashy white later on before the tours began), to the point where while you're doing the tour in the kitchen, you almost expect him to pop out from behind a door somewhere, eating a sammich, and asking you, "hey, you guys hungry?".
I wasn't too concerned, apparently, about Elvis actually being there as the tour moved outside, while nobody but my asshole father was watching me, I stole the radio knobs off of Mr. The King's Harley trike that used to be parked out back (most of the lesser toys and vehicles were parked out back, they're all now in a museum IIRC).
The rest of the house is the same way, it's essentially an oil painting you walk through, fixed in one point in time. My name for the entire estate, both then and now, was "working tomb", in that it's a tomb that's still...in use, frozen in time, it will never change or be updated, it will stay in that locked state until it burns down or people stop going there, which, by the way, if you haven't ever seen Graceland, you really do need to see it before you die, if only to see the home of the most tasteless rock and roll star in recorded history.
That's the takeaway from Graceland, it's splendor you'd see from a trailer park guy that had just won the lottery, this is what you'd see in his home, except in the case of Elvis, he just kept winning that same lottery over and over, so while the outside of the home is fairly conservative, the interior is something else entirely.
This Buick?
It's a rolling Graceland tomb. It's a vehicular oil painting that moves, except for the fact that it's also got a touch of Dorian Gray about it, little bits and pieces of things crusting over and flaking off, and if you know anything about older cars, especially the superficial 1970's and 1980's cars (this Buick is sort of a decade frozen in place), they're the Madeline Ashton and Helen Sharp of the automotive world, in that if you don't take extra special care of yourself and just keep it parked in a climate-controlled garage, this Buick will be just like those two fictional actresses at the end of "Death Becomes Her", in that you'll do everything you can to keep them pretty, but one tumble down the wrong road and the car will fall apart when you're least expecting it.
This Buick? It's a fascinating type of opulent, in that if you wanted the best at this time, you really should buy a Mercedes in 1984 if you want the best of everything, but if you were an American fancy type with lots of money but zero class and equal parts imagination, this is what you rushed in to buy.
It's an amazing car in a it's-actually-not-too-bad-if-you-leave-your-intelligence-at-home-on-the-counter when driving it, these were all over the place for me in the 1980's and 1990's, and then you'd see them begin to pile up in wrecking yards, usually stripped of very few parts, because you didn't really need anything off of them unless you were one of the Buick Faithful and were simply stripping for spare parts for your own Dorian Graymobile.
As stated in the comments, somebody did indeed get a bargain, it's just not known yet which kind.
Thank you to the author for posting this, I'd actually forgotten about these cars until now, I seem to recall one that my dad took in as a trade for something else around '85-'86 (my dad owned several used car lots at this point), and I vaguely recall driving it somewhere on a short trip.