They All Float Down Here

This is the Buick Riviera version 3.  Maybe I should call it Stage 3, because it’s like a cancer. It followed the familiar path of Thunderbird and Cougar.  Start with a sporty/GT car of various levels of effort.  Get slinkier, but also larger. Coalesce with other models (if you didn’t start as a knockoff to…

Larry the BK Lounge Manager

was never this cool in his corporate supplied Riviera. (Neither was Bill or Dan, FWIW.) Why?  No red leather.  A two-tone paint job is no substitute for topless – on cars or women.  And no, having underseat vodka storage (on the BK Riv) does not close the gap at all.

Personal Luxury and High Performance

Both in one car! Or Neither! In the late 1980s, your firends at Buick were desperate for an identity that resonated.  Buick was for 60 year olds, but those people die off. They wanted a younger crowd, buyers with sophistication, whose appetite for performance could be sated with a turbo and some stinking badges.  Enter…

You can’t hide

your lying eyes J.C. Whitney fog lights Yes, swapping out the high beans for worthless yellow bulbs really was a thing for while. But so was Shaun Cassidy, bell bottoms and “CHiPs.”