Josue Iglesias, 21, takes a peek inside the never-sold 1987 Buick Regal GNX that resides at Boulevard Buick in Signal Hill. (Mel Melcon, Los Angeles Times / October 13, 2010)
Fugly....
I never understood the attraction to this car.
6 cylinders? Turbocharged? How much HP could it be?
O know a guy with a 69 Impala that has less than 2000 actual miles. He bought it right off the line when he worked for GM and immediately put it into storage as a future show car.
Since then its been driven in parades and cruise night type stuff.
DRYROT....
My brother owns one of these...
Sounds like Buick has borrowed the Hell on wheels name from the 2nd Armored Division. Patton was it’s commander at Ft. Benning, Ga., at which time he named it the Hell on Wheels division. It fought in North Africa, Sicily, and Europe. Called the “Benning to Berlin” division, because it was the first American division into Berlin.
This is not your great-aunt’s Buick!
IIRC, it was quicker in a straight line than the Corvette of that era was.
Smokey Yunick was involved in those V6 Motors.
That dude's dad also had a Ferrari 308 and a DeLorian... The DeLorian was a P.O.S., but that flux capacitor thing was cool.
So this car is the Aztec’s father?
30 GRAND seems a little steep. Especially for 1987. Maybe that is why they couldn’t sell it?
How much was a Corvette in 1987?
I had a 1986 Monte Carlo SS small block, the twin of this car. T-tops, and an incredible chick magnet.
It was stolen, TWICE. After the last time it came back in bad shape, and I traded it.
Joy-riding car thieves LOVED this car.
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A friend’s dad had one of these. With an aftermarket chip in it the speedometer needle was a blur. The car was very very fast. The car was holding me deep in the seat at a buck 20. With another cog in the tranny it would topped 175 easy,all with stock hardware.
I knew a guy who had one of these. He was one of the worst drivers I ever met. He claimed something snapped in the drive train (rear axle?), and that caused the wreck, but I suspect it was his own inability to handle the power.
Compare it to my h.s. friend Richard’s 1973 Buick GS with a 455 cubic inch monster under the hood. It made the earth shake just idling (musta had a hot cam) and it could pass anything but a gas station. Fortunately, it was only about 28 cents a gallon. But we were making a buck sixty flipping burgers...
This car is a metrosexual version of a muscle car.