For a short time, I had a brown Buick something or other. The most boring, non-descript cars in the world. I used to joke that I could run people down and it would just be "Oh, that's some old man in a buick, ignore him."
For a short time, I had a brown Buick something or other. The most boring, non-descript cars in the world. I used to joke that I could run people down and it would just be "Oh, that's some old man in a buick, ignore him."
Buick Century: the car completely void of style or description.
Preferrably in beige or grey.
Buick Century: the car completely void of style or description.
Preferrably in beige or grey.
That's it, it was a Century. Belonged to my grandmother, went to my father, and I tried to buy it. He wouldn't sell, ended up rotting away and being given to someone for parts.
It was that Bronze-ish color. May be a boring car, but I will admit that it rode wonderfully, and a road trip in it would be quite pleasant.
That's it, it was a Century. Belonged to my grandmother, went to my father, and I tried to buy it. He wouldn't sell, ended up rotting away and being given to someone for parts.
It was that Bronze-ish color. May be a boring car, but I will admit that it rode wonderfully, and a road trip in it would be quite pleasant.
Back seats were comfortable too.
Back seats were comfortable too.
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