My first car was a used (but in good shape) 1970 Buick Electra. It was white and a mile long. It probably got 14 miles per gallon. Tops.
I didn’t care about that. I’m not a car guy, but I loved that car. I loved the sofa like front and back seats. I loved the retro-kitch of it being decked out with six…yes Six cigarette lighters. (I guess the designers figured that even the kid in the the middle of the back seat might need light up a smoke once in a while.) I loved the gigantic jack I had to buy in case I got a flat.
I really loved that one night, while it was parked on Wilbur Street in Newark, a Honda Civic smashed into the rear end. And that while the Honda was demolished and needed to be towed away, the Buick suffered only a scratched parking sticker.
Too bad the guys who ran GM sucked so much. Too bad they were turning out indestructible coal burning battleships like my car well after their day had passed.