I go out of my way to photograph some cars. I set aside time, load my camera gear and purposely go take photos of something I know exists in a certain location within this vibrant region. And there’s the moment this evening, as I drove home from picking up some groceries for the coming weekend, when in the middle of navigating a roundabout my brain went “WAS THAT A BUICK REATTA I SAW” and a double-take was immediately done.
Having completed a second round of the said roundabout, just to confirm the sighting, I drove to the forecourt where the freshly-imported, gloriously red Reatta sat. I’ve never seen one in this country, and it might very well be the sole example. Prove me wrong, will you?
The Reatta sat parked at the garage where I most often service my BMW. They know BMW:s, Skodas and Mercedes-Benzes especially well there, but they do not especially advertise themselves as a Buick specialist.
The car was probably in for a post-import overhaul, just to make sure things were tip top. It will probably earn some Finnish plates pretty soon, as now it sat stickered. I especially liked seeing the tan interior, and I wish I could get to try out the awesometastic touchscreen CRT.
Gleaming red, lustrous paint, boat-like dimensions, perfect ’80s detailing. It’s a very pretty car, and somehow akin to the Fiat Barchetta.
Of course, a Fiat Barchetta never packed a 3800 under the hood. And the Barchetta was made longer than the short-lived Reatta; these beauties only lived from 1988 to 1991. The handmade little Buick was just too precious for its own good, and can’t escape the air of somehow getting associated with the Chrysler TC by Maserati – even if it was spiritually closer to the Allanté.
I’m happy having seen the Reatta. My automotive life is now just a little bit more complete.
[Images: Copyright 2013 Hooniverse/Antti Kautonen]