Saturday, March 12, 2011

Buicks

They're old people's cars.

And I was about to say, "Trust me in this, because I know."

Instead, I say, "You don't have to take my word for it. Just start looking for Buicks and see who is driving them. It's old people."

Or take a look at the Temple parking lot. Many Buicks there.

I have to say that I have thought about test-driving a Buick. Not sure why. They've started to look good again. Maybe that's it. Certainly not because I'm old.

I do have a history with Buicks.
  • We used to joke about the holes in the sides--part of the trim--and say they were for the oars you would need when the car stopped running.
  • Richard Wangsgaard drove his parents' big 1956 Buick on the few dates we had together. I know he was a nice boy, but I could not like him. I did kind of like the car, though. Quiet, smooth, comfortable, and it had a sleek, sophisticated interior.
  • Back in the 1970s, I think, Wayne and I sometimes got a Buick Century as a rental car. First time it was by chance. After that by choice. I liked them. I don't suppose Buick even makes the Century anymore.
  • In the 1980s my friend Sandy had a Buick. It was a lemon.
  • And way long ago on a trip with my mother, I showed her the new 1959 Buick in a dealer showroom. That was one good looking car. Certainly not an old person's car. Google it and find out for yourself.
These days it's harder to like Buicks. It's the whole bail-out thing. I mean, GM took the money, so I think they should actually be giving their cars to the driving public. Clearly, they don't see it that way.

As to their being old people's cars, I think Buick knows it. They're making them look really good again, as I said before, no doubt hoping to appeal to younger drivers. Maybe that will work, but from what I've seen, it isn't working yet.

Wayne never got old enough to be an old person. He drove a Subaru.
Me? I like my Acura. If I bought a Buick, it would have to be a second car.

1 comment:

Linda said...

2 Buick thoughts: one of my Dad's gal friends owned a yellow 1953 Buick convertible. Now that was a beautiful car! We went on a picnic up a Utah canyon with my sister and I sitting up on the back of the back seat with out hair blowing in the wind, thinking we were pretty great!
In 1955 my dad went to Michigan and brought home a great big boat of a Buick. Black on the bottom, white on the top, with loads of chrome. It was a show-stopper! Years later when the brakes were fragile, I drove that car through the knotty-pine wall of the carport attached to our brand new house!