They All Float Down Here

This is the Buick Riviera version 3.  Maybe I should call it Stage 3, because it’s like a cancer. It followed the familiar path of Thunderbird and Cougar.  Start with a sporty/GT car of various levels of effort.  Get slinkier, but also larger. Coalesce with other models (if you didn’t start as a knockoff to begin with).  Then give up any pretense of sporty, in favor of “luxury.” Have a renaissance, then veer off on increasingly inexplicable courses with no real connection to the original concept, then die quietly, as the accountants piss on you and what could have been if you stayed true.

Buick Riviera
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Party On, Wayne

Party on, Garth.

This is the 1978-80 Pacer.  I do have a sick attraction to them.  The proportions just seem spacy and right.  It doesn’t hurt that it looks like a grown up Porsche 928, especially the ’75-77 Pacers with the thin horizontal grille that could be just bumper gap.  I do like the later, stupid and out-of-place grill – for some reason, that colossally bad idea on paper actually worked.  For me.  It defies any explanation.  It didn’t work for anyone else – sales of the entire three years with the extra nose were less than any one year of the original front end.
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