"I got me a car, it's as big as a whale
And it's about to set sail
I got me a car, it seats about twenty, so come on
We're headin' on down to the love shack"
The B52's
Yes, the sang about a Chrysler, but the 1991-1996 Buick Roadmaster certainly WAS a whale as well.
And every time I see one, all I can think about are car names that just don't live up to the mystique of their masters intentions.
You've got to hand it to GM's marketing team for their, uh, "creativity." They must have been on a roll when they decided to name this land yacht the "Roadmaster." It's like calling a sumo wrestler "Slim Jim" or a sloth "Speedy Gonzales."
The Roadmaster, a true testament to the glory days of American automotive design, was about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. With its gargantuan proportions and a ride that could make even the most seasoned sailor seasick, it was the epitome of luxury – if luxury meant having enough space to host a small circus in the back seat.
But hey, who needs a road when you can have a sea? This majestic beast was designed to master the asphalt, not hug the curves. The Roadmaster was the perfect car for those who wanted to feel like they were steering a cruise ship down the highway. Just don't expect to find any ports in the storm – parking this behemoth was like trying to dock the Titanic in a bathtub.
So, here's to the Roadmaster, the car that dared to dream big, even if it was more suited for navigating the high seas than the open road. It truly was a master of the road – the road to the nearest buffet, that is.
Don't hold back. Tell us what you REALLY think about it and that era of cars from the Big 3.