I can also be assured of reaching my destination with relative ease, as despite its size it is an absolute puppy dog to pilot. Sure, it’s the size of a small spaceship, with the Jetson’s styling to match, but it all feels quite manageable and with todays automotive world seemingly obsessed with SUV’s, the high vantage point afforded by the Buick will be no stranger to many modern road users. The engine too is exactly what you’d expect from a big old bruiser like this, lots of torque spread across the rev range, allowing the four on the floor stick shift to be largely ignored if you want. It doesn’t quite have the romance of a V8, but 8 baked bean cans pumping up and down in front of you in any configuration is going to deliver a lovely chunk of useable power, great for keeping yourself moving across every surface encountered on the Peking to Paris.
It isn’t too bad when you lean on it a bit either, it isn’t really what it’s designed for but I can’t help but push it hard through one or two corners. There’s a bit of understeer as you do your best to clip the apex and asking too much on entry is always going to upset this old lady on the corner exit, but I’d be disappointed if it didn’t act like that. It’s certainly all within the realms of predictable (and acceptable) behaviour and unlikely to be a situation many of us find ourselves in outside of a race-track in any case.
All in, the Buick is a fun car to drive, and with a presence and style that is less than subtle it is also a car that is going to get you noticed. The music of Johnny Cash was once described as being steady like a train and it’s a quote that could easily be attributed to the Buick, it’s a really pugilist of a vehicle, a heavyweight, and whilst it doesn’t exactly float like a butterfly it certainly has the strength and fortitude to go the full twelve, and still be in great shape at the end of it.