Saturday: time to head for Jerry’s, my home away from home, as Stephanie calls it (like HD/Lowes, but local and better, with a giant self-load outdoor lumber yard). And what do we see as we approach at the corner of Chambers and W. 11th? And MGB, in a somewhat familiar awkward ass-backwards position. But there’s more; the plump rear of an old Olds. Let’s catch it up.
Easier said than done. It may be a Special, es evidenced by the portholes, but its driver is showing the old girl the spurs, and I’m hard pressed to get along side.
Eventually, I get just far enough to peel off a quick shot, while trying to also get over into the left turn lane. My dirty windshield is in evidence, as well as the detritus on my dash. That purple toy Metro has been riding there for well over a decade, when my youngest son used to be my regular companion to Jerry’s.
So now I’m heading along the tracks on NW Expressway, I check my outside rear view and notice another CC has pulled in behind me. I recognize it as a vehicle I’ve shot, but not yet written up. I can’t resist trying to pull off a shot. And I know you know what it is.
Nissan (nee Datsun) pickup?
That old Buick can use new springs.
A Trifecta FTW. I’v seen old Oldsmobiles like that one around town during the various events we have down here. It’s been a while since I’ve had a chrome bumper MGB sighting although there is a rubber bumpered one for sale at a lot over on US 1. But I can’t remember the last time I saw a cool old Datsun such as that one running around.
That era of Buick (and Olds) completely eclipses anything else whenever I see it. A friend of my family’s used to work with a few dealerships, and he had all the manufacturer promo models. They were extremely beautiful, those old metal models, and he had a collection of at least a couple dozen from the late ’40s up to about ’63 — the latest one I recall was a ’63 Galaxy. But my favorites were the Buick Specials just like this one you shot. He had one in a pea soup green with a darker green roof and one in tomato red with a white roof. Sounds crazy, but I was about 4 years old and was so impressed with those cars I still remember exactly what they felt like when I touched them!
Under the circumstances you did a great job capturing it, thanks for that! We’ll refrain from giving the distracted driving lecture just this once…
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Odd coincidence, I got to drive an ’80 MGB just this morning. I stored it for a friend through the winter, and he let me take it for a spin before he brought it home. Beautiful Easter Sunday morning, non-existent traffic, bombing around town in a little English sports car with the top down and grinning ear-to-ear like an idiot. Easily the most fun I’ve had in ages.
Sadly, it’s one of the few opportunities I’ve had for hands-on experience with a genuine curbside classic.