A few months ago, relative to the date of this post, I really outdid myself.
After stewing about it for a long time, I bought this thing:
I don't regret it for an instant. It is a BLAST to drive, and you just don't see them any more.
Having been an "old folks" car, this thing is very clean both inside and out. The interior is probably as close to spotless as a 20 year old unrestored car can be. Considering that there will probably never be any more real "road sofa" cars made ever again, I've tried to do my best to keep it nice and treat it well. It's powered by an L05 TBI Chevrolet 350 V8 (not an LT1) going into a TH700R4 transmission and 2.73 rear end gears.
While cruising down the Interstate one day, I got behind some Priuses and decided to be a bit ornery by passing them all. You can, after all, enjoy what you're driving or get good fuel economy*.
I thought nothing of passing them or how fast I was going until I looked down at the speedometer and saw I was going 100 miles an hour. As if that weren't enough of a shock, it was even more amazing how incredibly stable and secure the car felt. (People who probably know tell me those wagons will make it to about 130 MPH or so before they get "squirrely".)
And while my conscience made noises about doing something like the following to a clean old car, I did find out just how hard it would launch wide open. My brother was riding in the "tailgunner" seat and summed it up nicely. "
You almost put me through the rear glass!"
* it has to be said that the Caprice does not do at all badly on gas. It manages 15-18 miles per gallon when driving in town, about 22 MPG in mixed driving and right around 27 (almost 28!) MPG if you stay on the highway and don't put your foot into it too hard. This is, so far, harsh competition for a 2012 Impala. So, why can't we have nice, big, plush, and good riding cars any longer?