In the mid-1980s, Buick somehow persuaded hundreds of people to buy – and never drive – its most expensive model. Could you imagine someone going to the Buick dealer and buying a new Avenir Enclave today, and then storing it in the garage without being triggered until 2054?
It seems that every time a Grand National goes on sale, it has less than 2,000 miles on the odometer. It is a wild phenomenon that I will never understand.
Anyway, in 1987, when I was just a bouncy boy, a couple in Columbus, Ohio, bought a Buick Regal Grand National. They shoved him into his barn and apparently never looked at him again until 2020, when he was sold to a Big Apple guy. During those years of rest, the car’s tires lost air pressure and the family dog jumped on the door and the bumper without stopping for what seems like a decade. It has not been started, it has not been cleaned, it has not even been examined. Why the hell?
Fortunately, step by step the protagonist of the superhero in this story, Larry Kosilla from AMMO NYC. The car was rescued from a lifetime sitting under a layer of dust being attacked by a dog. The new owner appears to be just a temporary savior for the car, buying it to clean, tidy up and then sell it to someone who will appreciate it. And you know what? It is a commendable role for that person. Without space and time to give GN the attention it needs, at least the car has been rescued and will be on its way home forever.
As with all AMMO NYC detailing videos, Kosilla does an excellent job of returning this car to its former glory. There is something so incredibly comforting in the process of watching someone else clean a car. I wonder why I never had the patience to do this task alone. I was always perfectly happy to let my cars get dirty, grimy and worn down the road. Which is exactly what I would do with this Grand National if it were mine. Drive until it breaks, rebuild and drive again.
As the incomparable Dr. Alan Grant once said: “T. rex doesn’t want to be fed, he wants to hunt. ”And the same is true for a high-end predator like the Buick Grand National. This V6 turbo monster doesn’t want to sit still for 56 miles on the odometer – it wants to roll up and burn some tires. Now, for God’s sake, leave it!