1966 Buick Riviera, Plus Bonus Buick Poll

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When we saw the '73 Buick Riviera in this series a couple months ago, some of your comments indicated that many of you prefer the pre-boattail Rivs. That's no problem, because (in spite of Alameda having something of a vintage Buick shortage) I was able to find this nice '66 parked within a block of the 1972 Plymouth Fury III. And, since the Favorite DOTS Plymouth poll was so much fun, let's do the same thing to determine which of the island's Buicks is the crowd favorite.

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1966 Buick Riviera, Plus Bonus Buick Poll


This was quite an expensive machine in its time; the Riviera for '66 listed at $4,424, which was only 500 bucks less than a 2-door Cadillac Calais (and well over a grand more than the Impala Super Sport).

1966 Buick Riviera, Plus Bonus Buick Poll


The standard engine for the '66 was the 340-horse 425 "nailhead" V8, which was in its last year of production. You could get a dealer-installed dual-quad carburetor setup that got you an extra 20 horsepower out of the old nailhead, and we can only hope that this car has that option.

1966 Buick Riviera, Plus Bonus Buick Poll


This car has some dings and the usual GM rust spots around some of the trim, but it lives outside, gets used as transportation, and looks pretty good.




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Raphael Orlove

I'm torn between this, the 73 boattail, and the 70 Skylark (what would be a good title for that skylark? The Persecutor, Destructor? The Evil Mobile?). The 66 makes me want to slap my wife, the 73 makes me want to slap my ho, and the 70 makes me want to slap the shit out of goddamn everybody, then blast Black Flag at top volume while screaming incantations from the Soviet Constitution, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, or The Trial (9dependding on my mood) at the top of my lungs at passers by, peeling out and leaving a trail of searing rubber when I hear the sirens on their way. Funny enough, I still can't decide.