1967 Buick Wildcat, great car, eight college kids fit into it no sweat. Positraction worked great, unless it was coming off the beach at Daytona. Buried it up to the fender skirts there once crossing the dry sand/dune line. Some jerk in a Jeep stopped on purpose to get us stuck. He succeeded. Talk about a cruiser though, a very cushy living room on wheels. Other than that sand seemingly nothing could stop it.
“...1967 Buick Wildcat,...”
Friend of mine had his Dad’s ‘66 Wildcat. Beautiful machine.
Many a trip to the Jersey shore was made in it... with a stop at Roger Wilco for cheap booze along the way haha!!!
Damn... too many memories...