Overk1ll, that Cutlass Supreme coupe was, I believe, the bestselling car in America during the mid- to late '70s. Easy to see why!
My biggest land yacht was the '65 Mercury Park Lane, the giant 4-door with the Breezeway electric rear window that slid down behind the rear seat. With all the windows, including those triangular vent windows, open, and the back one as well, I could drive on the highway on a cloudy summer morning and not need the A/C. Which was good and cold, by the way. White car, maroon leather interior. It ate tires, which were bias-ply or belted tires, but a new set only cost about $100 in the early '80s.
The 390 Thunderbird V-8 ran fine on regular, but the best mpg I ever got with it was on a road trip to the Gulf Coast: 15 mpg. That was with three other people in the car, but still, that was not great. But I'd bought it for $500 in 1981, and had no car payment.
Like a 1980s Cadillac I drove briefly in 2001, the steering was loose and rather vague, but that was part of the experience, I suppose. I always wanted to have it repainted, but never seemed to get the money together. Memories . . .
My biggest land yacht was the '65 Mercury Park Lane, the giant 4-door with the Breezeway electric rear window that slid down behind the rear seat. With all the windows, including those triangular vent windows, open, and the back one as well, I could drive on the highway on a cloudy summer morning and not need the A/C. Which was good and cold, by the way. White car, maroon leather interior. It ate tires, which were bias-ply or belted tires, but a new set only cost about $100 in the early '80s.
The 390 Thunderbird V-8 ran fine on regular, but the best mpg I ever got with it was on a road trip to the Gulf Coast: 15 mpg. That was with three other people in the car, but still, that was not great. But I'd bought it for $500 in 1981, and had no car payment.
Like a 1980s Cadillac I drove briefly in 2001, the steering was loose and rather vague, but that was part of the experience, I suppose. I always wanted to have it repainted, but never seemed to get the money together. Memories . . .