On this last day of April, let us not forget the Buick 430 ci V8. It holds a special place in my heart as the first V8 I ever worked on and had relations with. It was the engine in my hand-me-down 1968 Buick Electra and in my grandfathers 1967 Buick Riviera.
The Electra was the most land yacht of land yachts I have ever driven to this day. It makes a 1990's Lincoln continental seem like a sports car. But that V8 did go and when the secondaries opened up you would find yourself at extremely unsafe speeds. If the transmission decided to kick down into the “passing gear” you better have your nose out already otherwise you might run into the back of the car you were passing.
Our electra was like this one, but with dents and rust and dirt. The images don’t do justice to the length of the hood and the length of the trunk. You could fit a chevy suburban just in the space of the greenhouse. 3 across seating and no B pillar. What a cruiser.
Now grandpa’s Riviera was his pride and joy. I helped him tune the carb and buy windshield wipers for it about two years before he died of old age. I think I might have been one of the last in my family to drive the car. I wish I could have gotten it after he passed but the estate ended up selling it.
Pictures don’t really do it justice, that beak grill is something else. Hidden headlights too.
The other thing I remember about it is the floor mounted auto shifter which really added to the sportiness of the car.