S-w-e-e-t!
Three tone Roadmaster. I learned how to drive in that beastie starting at age 12. Sat on phone directories.
My mom told me a story about her dad. He bought a Buick once and the salesman promised him he would get 100,000 miles out of it (at the time, that was a lot). Well, he didn’t want to make a liar of the salesman, so he held onto it well past it’s prime. It got so shabby that my grandmother refused to ride in it.
That was the end of the Buick.
S-w-e-e-t!
Three tone Roadmaster. I learned how to drive in that beastie starting at age 12. Sat on phone directories.