Brandon Keith
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- Joined
- Aug 27, 2015
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Just wanted to say hello, I'm a new member and lover of the buick turbos; I also have a cool story, well, cool to me.
So I finally managed to make one of my high school dreams come true; I've always wanted a GN, and I love rare cars, so I got the next best thing to a GN; a 1987 Regal Limited Turbo with factory blacked out trim package. To put a little perspective on this diamond in the rough, it's got 202k original survivor miles, engine and trans have never been opened and I am the second owner; it also could use a paint job which is in it's near future, all of the flat upward facing surfaces have surface rust coming up through the paint, but the sides still look pretty good.
So I'm driving home in the evening from picking up my new baby, I haven't even stepped into it for the first time yet; I'm all smiles and still in shock riding down I64 on the west side of Louisville with the cruise control set at about 60mph just admiring my new beauty when I start slowly overtaking a 2010 or so Challenger; I see out of the corner of my eye this cute little thing sitting in the passenger seat giggling and pointing; just about then I hear the low grumble of a v8 kicking down at wot and the Challenger start to move, without even thinking I jam the pedal down and I'm gone; I let out of it and look back as I slow back down to 65-70, he's like waaaayyyy back behind me, had to be 5 or 6 car lengths when he does a ricer flyby, I pop back into it and I'm almost instantly reeling him back in, he got about 3 or 4 lengths on me, but when I closed the gap to about 2 or so and was still gaining he grabs the brakes and cuts across 3 lanes to head towards Indiana.
All I could think about was, awwww, I wasn't done with you yet
That and the satisfaction of making that guy look like a turd in front of his girl 
Sorry for the long winded post, but this is as condensed as I can make it, still smiling ear to ear just typing it out lol.
Brandon
So I finally managed to make one of my high school dreams come true; I've always wanted a GN, and I love rare cars, so I got the next best thing to a GN; a 1987 Regal Limited Turbo with factory blacked out trim package. To put a little perspective on this diamond in the rough, it's got 202k original survivor miles, engine and trans have never been opened and I am the second owner; it also could use a paint job which is in it's near future, all of the flat upward facing surfaces have surface rust coming up through the paint, but the sides still look pretty good.
So I'm driving home in the evening from picking up my new baby, I haven't even stepped into it for the first time yet; I'm all smiles and still in shock riding down I64 on the west side of Louisville with the cruise control set at about 60mph just admiring my new beauty when I start slowly overtaking a 2010 or so Challenger; I see out of the corner of my eye this cute little thing sitting in the passenger seat giggling and pointing; just about then I hear the low grumble of a v8 kicking down at wot and the Challenger start to move, without even thinking I jam the pedal down and I'm gone; I let out of it and look back as I slow back down to 65-70, he's like waaaayyyy back behind me, had to be 5 or 6 car lengths when he does a ricer flyby, I pop back into it and I'm almost instantly reeling him back in, he got about 3 or 4 lengths on me, but when I closed the gap to about 2 or so and was still gaining he grabs the brakes and cuts across 3 lanes to head towards Indiana.
All I could think about was, awwww, I wasn't done with you yet
That and the satisfaction of making that guy look like a turd in front of his girl Sorry for the long winded post, but this is as condensed as I can make it, still smiling ear to ear just typing it out lol.
Brandon
