It was just a test drive, but it made me sad cars like this, American ones at least, don’t really happen today.
It was a 1990 Oldsmobile 98 Regency, and it was the comfiest thing I’ve ever driven. The seat was basically a couch, all the switchgear felt tactile and lovely, and even though it had the get-up-and-go of a Quaalude-laden tortoise, it was spectacularly smooth. It soaked up bumps like a sponge, and when you went over undulations in the road it rocked like a ship. It was the most fun, relaxing drive I’ve ever had. You could literally settle down into the lovely, squishy velour seats and visibility was excellent. Gas mileage wasn’t even that bad, around 25 on the highway. The doors and hood shut heavily and solidly and it was mechanically excellent. Even the engine bay was clean.
Unfortunately, the rest of it wasn’t. The rear right taillight was chipped at the corner, the windshield had few but quite large cracks that would require a full replacement, the headlights had little holes in the lenses, the headliner was sagging quite badly in three places and the power windows all worked, but only from the driver’s door switches. All these little repairs would add up to a few hundred dollars on top of the $1000 asking price, and I’m still debating whether it would be worth it. It really was a fantastically driving and supremely comfy car, which is my #1 concern when I get one.
It makes me really sad that Cadillac and Lincoln are really the only Americans who make unapologetically big, floaty cars like this anymore, without any sporting pretensions - just to get you somewhere comfortably, if not very quickly. Maybe I’ll come back to it if it doesn’t sell too quickly.
Here’s the listing: