GN vs. GT500
I ran a GT500, he wasnt talking to anyone, just acting like his GT500 was a
Ford GT or something. He did a really weird burnout and I let him get the
jump. I guess he liked his rims to much to get a stickier tire because all
he did was spin. It wasnt even a race, his time ended up being 21.41
seconds in the quarter.
Grand National at the first "Pinks All Out"
LSPBC member John N. and Houstonite Ryan M. makes us proud at "Pinks All
Out" episode 1. This video has been edited to show only the runs related
to the two Buick entrants.
GN Northwest Stage 2 Buick V6 in the 7s!
Gene Fleury runs email@example.com in the GN Northwest Stage 2 Buick running
with the Door Slammers at Mission Raceway. Not bad for a little Buick V6!
Congratulations to Gene on his first 7 second pass!
1986 Buick Grand National Barn Find, 18 years in storage
Here's my 1986 Buick GN, that I just purchased from the original owner and
brought her home yesterday. She has 17,588 miles and has been in storage
for the last 18 years. Looking forward to freshening up everything and
getting her on the road this summer. A big thank you to her original owner
for taking such great care of the car and keeping copious documentation.
BUICK - The "Grand National" & "GNX" Story Part 1 of 3
I don't like too many 80s cars, but this is my favorite BY FAR. It's the
only car I allow to be included with the "brute force" muscle cars of the
60s and early 70s. I enjoyed working on them and driving them when I
started as a tech at a Buick dealer in 1991, in Arlington TX. Too bad
Pontiac and Olds didn't also make their own version of this the same way
Buick made theirs.---Buick made a V6 from wacking 2 cylinders off their
great V8, while letting the turbo and
PERFECT computerized spark/fuel control "get back" the lost power of the 2
cylinders, AND retaining V6 fuel economy!--(these cars could get in the
high 20s low 30s on the hwy). Since this is EXACTLY a Buick V8 with 2
cylinders wacked off, and since it is a 90 degree V (like a V8) unlike many
V6s, the result is a nice even power curve that does not lack low-end. It
does not have near the low-end "turbo
lag" as many turbo POS's today that have
to redline at 8500rpm before they make any power. In fact, in stock form
these engines never need to see over 5000rpm.
Corvette Stingray vs Grand National KOTS Edgewater 2011
Corvette Stingray vs Buick Grand National turbo grudge racing in the King of the Streets
competition at the Thursday Night Lightz event 8-4-11 at Edgewater drag
strip. It actually looks like the Grand National might have been able to
win if he could have stayed in the gas. Check out my channel if you want to
see more racing from this event:
Regular Car Reviews: 1986 Buick Grand National
Drive a Grand National for long enough, and you'll find yourself in a fight
outside a pub with a mustache in a 77 Chevette. But you'll win every time,
because you have the righteousness of choice on your side. Maybe your left
hook isn't as strong, and your haymaker isn't as wild, but dammit, you have
taste. And that counts for something. An ass-kicking something. You bang
like a champ because you don't know when the next time will be. And that
kind of dedication means you'll never be un-bung again.
Your Summit Girl will hate that she let you go, because she'll see you in
a Grand National, and she'll say, “You know what? He's driving automatic,
but that's a Man for All Seasons right there.” And she'll know, because
she's dating a Lion In Winter. A feckless, limp-dicked, do-nothing shell of
a man who doesn't know what to do with his free time in the NFL off season.
-It's everything right and good, and a little bit off, with the world. It's
the bitter taste of a smoker's nicotine kiss, and the welcoming, cushiony
pocket of her vagina. You're home now. You're slopping around in the
primordial ooze. The Grand National loosens the pickle jar of human
goodness. It takes you back to a past that's irretrievably but eternally
present, just on the edges of your consciousness, like all good things.
Capable of being called up on a drunken night. Because sometimes, you just
get drunk, and sometimes you start thinking about where you come from, and
sometimes you call your mom just to hear her voice. And when she asks why
you called, you just say, “I have a missed call from you. But maybe it's
old. My phone doesn't say.” You both know it's bull, but you both let it
go, because you're a grown man, and you can't just say, “I needed to hear
you, mom. I was in a Grand National today, and I can see it all. Stretched
out in front of me like it happened yesterday. Playing Turtles In Time and
drinking Juicy Juice out of a triangle-shaped hole you made with a
can-opener handle.” So you bite your lower lip and put on a brave face.
The Grand National is automatic, but no one's emotions are that simple.