I bought this car from a good friend in the USAF in the 70s. It was his dad's, and he got it and after a few months wanted a Mustang Mach 1, so I bought it.
A long story, but to shorten it a great deal, I replaced the entire driveline, put front disc on it, built the engine and several other things in front of a trailer home on a sandy dirt road in about 3 months by myself, except when my wife helped me carry the short block out of the trailer and a friend standing "fire guard" when I broke it in.
To say "I loved" this car would be an understatement, and after I let it go, I actually had dreams of this car, many times, finding it and it always in a "sad state" needing some work to get it fired up for nearly 40 years, and that led me to buy the 1964 Skylark convertible, and that led to me buying the 1968 Skylark after missing out on a 1968 Wildcat.
Yeah, I live Buick. I dream Buick, and I love Buick.
I got a fever and the only prescription is more
cowbell Buick...



and now...









I don't dream of the Special anymore, not since I got the Skylark Convertible. But as troublesome as the dreams were, it is odd that I did get to "experience" that car again, and I "miss" it even more. But, new memories and new things to experience with these two I have now. Likely these are my last cars, but I am going to make the most of them.
And I am having a blast!
(I am working on the entire drive line to replace on the 68 to make the front tag "honest"... )