American car-owning folk seem to be divided into two categories: those that change their car like their underwear and those that cling on to the same car for years, lifetimes even. I think I fall firmly into the latter category, as I’ve owned the car pictured on these pages for 17 years and two months. How I came about buying the car is a story in itself…
When I was 16/17 I was an exchange student in Raleigh, North Carolina in the mid-Eighties. It was about as American as you could get and the parking lot of the high school I went to was filled with teenage students’ cars. I loved American cars back then as much as I do now and it was a real eye-opener to see 16-year-olds driving big old Seventies Buick Regals, Cutlasses, Le Sabres, Caprices, Delta 88s, Coronets, Polaras and Grand Marquis models.
All these big old Seventies boats were hand-me-downs predominantly
