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If we're talking about Detroit then what about the Motor City Madman himself, Ted Nugent? After halftime was over I bet he would have even cooked things made out of the animals he hunted that afternoon for all the fans.

First time I've ever seen Keith Richards playing the guitar without smoking eight cigarettes simultaneously.

Hah, funny of you to post this. There's an older Spanish gentleman in the neighborhood that owns a 1977 Coupe DeVille with a variation of this interior in it. I wonder how many leisure suits had to die for an interior of this caliber...

Steering stabilizer (also known as a steering damper)?

Thanks! That means a lot coming from a guy who has two Fleetwoods and a Roadmaster in his driveway; that is too cool! The next Riv I'm looking for is a supercharged '97-'99 with all the toys in the very rare Light Jadestone Metallic. Then I'll get my '71 GS boattail and be done with Rivieras forever! (lie) It really is one of the greatest nameplates ever, from one of the greatest marques ever. Maybe one day we'll be lucky enough to get another one...

Kid Rock is still alive and has fans? Wow! Learn something new every day!

Ugh, that cuts deep. Please refrain from using the C-word too much, especially when referring to such a majestic automobile as the Huggy Bear '79 Coupe DeVille. Standard of the World, remember?

Don't get mad because I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but if I had a space like that, it certainly would not be monopolized by an old Jaguar in a million pieces. Sell it and fill that place up properly!

Wow, that's cool! If I win the lottery this will be on a boat from the land down under to my house in no time!

None. I'm an unforgiving snob with an image to uphold, so I only drive vehicles at the top of the food chain: That's right; this is a Cadillac the exhaust is hanging off of. Chevrolet? Me? Not likely! Peasants.

Moon certificates! I'll take four! And take me to your snake oil, sir! Got any oceanfront property in Nebraska you're looking to part with as well?

So what happens if you were to spin a main bearing or something; wonder what the turnaround time on one of these behemoths is

76, I know your friends aren't THAT bad, and neither am I to tell you the truth. But anybody that lives here ALWAYS knows somebody that is. "Aw yah, so durin'at last Nawreastah me and Sully was doin' donuts in my Wagoneeah in the pahkin lot at Kappy's Likkiz in Medfid; it was wicked pissah." This is from the state that has some of the best schools in the entire world.

That's wicked pissah. Now stick a fawk in me, I'm done!

And here in ASSachusetts, we call it tonic; just another reason why us Massholes are wicked retahded.

Who cares; it's not like you'd be alive to see yourself riding in such a backwards machine!

I live in Massachusetts, so any complaints you may have about those that butcher the English language are falling on deaf ears. Now excuse me while I go pahk my cah in Hahvid Yahd

Wow, it burned down on my birthday. So what's the big deal if it was just gonna be torn down a week later anyways?

Oh my, a Buick GSX El Camino! I must have this vehicle! I shall park it next to my 1970 Buick Skylark Sport Wagon whenever I get around to buying it and turning it into a saturn yellow Buick GSXpress Wagon

f@#k the 'Canes and bring back The Whale!

Don't be so bitter, guys; The folks at Exxon are wonderful people. I drive a 1979 Cadillac Coupe DeVille with a carbureted 425 cubic inch V8; they mail me a thank you card whenever I fill up!

Thanks! I think it's quite possibly the classiest vehicle ever conceived by man, in a mobile command unit for spearheading the next white separatist movement sorta way. Hopefully someday I will be priveleged enough to own such an exquisite machine as the Southern Heritage Dixie Rebel. After seeing this stunning vehicle, my inner redneck now realizes that a flat black '79 Z28 with a red door and spiderwebbed blue nosepiece just isn't enough. Long live the South!

Might require some slight cutting of the firewall. Just a guess.

I'd try to graciously decline the uncle's money first off, but if he insisted I keep it, then I think I'd have to take my buddy out for lunch or something of the like, to spread the good fortune a bit.

Buick really did have the neatest names for everything; why call it a straight eight when you can call it a Valve-In-Head Fireball Dynaflash Eight? Fantastic!