There are a few cars out there that will make me pull a u-turn on the street to get a closer look. The Grand National is one such car.
It’s also a car that always concerns me a little bit whenever I see one. I have an irrational love for these cars, and I’ve harboured that affection since the late 80’s when I bought myself a Grand National model kit without actually knowing what it was.
Luckily for me, the kit included quite a lengthy explanation of the car. Keep in mind, back in those days, there was no such thing as Wikipedia — hell, it was still another three or four years before I finally got internet access at all — and certainly nothing approaching the marvels of Hooniversity. I read that little explanation quite voraciously and found myself captivated. Such a boxy, bland, almost ugly-looking car, and yet such a vicious performer! Faster and more powerful than most V8’s of the day? What? Really?
There are a few cars that have managed to cast this spell over me. The Grand National, the AMX, the Hurst S/C Rambler, the Corrado, the early-60s Lincoln Continental, the first-generation VW Transporter, to name just a few. The might be one of the reasons I also fear these cars.
About 7 years ago I was driving down a highway and saw a Corrado passing on the other side of the centre median. I pulled a rather illegal U-turn to follow it, and tracked it down to a parking lot. There, I discovered that it was for sale. Roughly a week later, it was mine.
I’m always a little afraid to see another one of these Grand Nationals. I fear that if I ever were in a spot with a bit of extra cash, and I stumbled across a GNX for sale, I would buy it on the spot, with any other priorities being instantly swept aside. Even a regular Grand National would make it pretty tough for me to say no.
Luckily for me, this little beauty did not have a For Sale sign on it. Oh, and I don’t have any money. So that’s that problem solved! Thank goodness!
V.I.S.I.T.: Grand National!
17 responses to “V.I.S.I.T.: Grand National!”
I'm not a GM guy…at all. I'd much rather have an F-150 than a Silverado, a Mustang than a Camaro, and a Windstar over a Lumina APV. OK, that last one would be neither in favor of an R63, but I digress.
However, there are a few GMs that make me stop, look, drool uncontrollably, and generally act the fool. The GNX (or even a Grand National) is one such car. Cruising in a grandma-mobile with a firebreathing turbo-addled monster under the hood appeals to me. The fact that these are still damn fast down the drag strip in stock form helps.Loading…
I've had a soft spot for these since my very first car. My first car was a 1981 Buick Regal Sport Coupe Turbo. It had that some hood with the same power bulge, unfortunately it was missing the all import SFI letters. It seems that the price for a decent/low end driver for these hasn't really changed in about 20 years. They have always been just a little under $10k. I would settle for and maybe even prefer a T-type.Loading…
Ahh, the Grand National. There are few cars in history so at odds with their brand image — the 1969 AMC SC/Rambler is another. NASCAR stocker, turbocharged muscle car…Buick? It's like a poster child for the Cognitive Dissonance Foundation.
If anybody doesn't know the story of these cars:
Man, I've craved one of these since they came out. It's simply one of the most outrageous cars ever made by GM.Loading…
Be there in 20. You bring the beer and black knit caps.Loading…
Someday, a turbo Regal will be mine. And no, I'm not referring to the latest Americanized Opel (though I would consider it if they offered the 5-door or wagon over here).Loading…
When I joined the service in the late 80s, this was still king of the streets, and the car we all swore we would buy someday. Unfortunately, it never actually happened. But every time someone saw a black Regal we would all shut up and stare in case it turned out to be a T-Type, GN, or rarely the bad-ass GNX!
We saw a GNX on the freeway one summer night as we new sailors headed out for a night on Rush street. The Chicago skyline was close in the background, Paradise City was cranked on the stereo, and the windows were rolled down in my buddy's '73 Satellite. The image as that black beast passed us, with the flash of telltale orange and red badge on the fender is burned into my consciousness and defines an era for me. Independence, lust, friendship, music and cars… it all comes rushing back when I see one… and I can still hear skinny Axl wailing "Oh won't you please, take me hoowoome…."Loading…
That, kind sir, put a wide smile on my face.Loading…
Such a boxy, bland, almost ugly-looking car
Sir, I demand that you take that back! The GN isn't a sporty looking car like an F40 or GT2, it's not traditionally beautiful in the sense that a 250GTO or DB4 is, and it's not really handsome in the sense that an S Class or 7 Series is. But it is a damn good looking car. All blacked out, with only the most subtle hood bulge and small rear lip spoiler as adornments to the exterior. It is an example of minimalist styling, with maximalist power. Manufacturers could learn something from the GN, that tacking huge rear spoilers, body kits, and super-sized chrome rims do not make a car look bad ass. The Grand National is the greatest example of understated style, with arrow-straight lines that are, in my mind, timeless. Even the non-badass Regals and Cutlasses of the day still look good to me, but the blackened trim and rolling stock on the GN just added that extra something. The Isetta was ugly. The Gremlin was ugly. The Aztek was ugly. The Grand National may not be everyone's cup o' tea, but it was not ugly. Of course that is just my $.02.
"The Gremlin was ugly"
Sir, I demand that you take that back!
I saw this exact car one evening late last week, when I was out for a drive in my Beretta GT. *cough* shuddup *cough*
Very nice shape, and sounded great when I pulled up next to it at a stoplight.Loading…