Too bad, I really liked my father's buick. Much better than today's cars.
My dad was retired career Navy, and me and my buddies were going to buy a bunch of cans of gray spray paint and paint it, put a pair of cleats on each front and rear fenders, and paint a hull number on it (DD-857 would've been my choice!)
Heh, when you drove it, the entire car floated gently up and down!
When my dad let me take it on road trips, I would buy a big cigar and smoke it as I drove, my arm hanging out the window!
And I liked my 1990 Olds Cutless Supreme, even if it was a 4-door.