I drove past this car every day for nearly 15 years on the way to work at Hot Rod magazine, and I will again starting Monday unless one of you snaps it up this weekend. The car is pretty rusty for California, but a gargantosaur ’71 Buick Centurion convertible with a 455 for a grand? I’m employed again, so I may need to have it.
Or not. But what about you?