My ask at the time was fairly simple: chrome bumpers, bench seat, automatic transmission on the column. After a lifetime of stick shifts and bucket seats, it was time for a cruiser.
So I started looking around without a real destination. I’d know it when I saw it. It even got to the point where I was just surfing the local Craigslist by year: 1967, 1968, 1969….
Then I saw it: 1975 Pontiac Catalina Safari. Gray over red. Longer than some recreational watercraft. All original, right down to full wheel covers. The car sat an hour away on our side of Orlando, and the asking price seemed fair.
I reached out to the seller and got the full story: It was her mom’s car and, sadly, both of her parents were no longer with us. Estate sale. She was in a hurry to sell, too, as the car was stored at her parent’s old house, and it was also on the market.
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