So we get to the guy's shop, say hi, and go for a drive. It's nice. Shockingly nice! Somebody has clearly loved this car for some reason, since the chrome shines, it's had a somewhat recent repaint that looks great, and the front seats have been redone. Mechanically, it seems good, too. No torn CV booths, no leaks, no obvious issues. The only rust on the whole car is in the trunk seal channel, which we can live with. Even better: there's a brand new set of $450 Goodyear tires on it, still with the stickers from the tire shop. The guy explains that his elderly father always wanted a Cadillac Eldorado (this car's platform twin), so he bought this and fixed it up for him. His dad then said "I want a Cadillac not a Buick!," hence the sale.
There is one issue: a bog under full throttle. It feels like the vacuum secondaries aren't opening, so I tell the seller it's the end of the world.
"So, uh, what exactly do you want this car for?"
He's onto us!! How'd he know?? I respond "Well, my wife and I have always wanted a classic car to take to cars and coffee, and this one is just so cool!" I didn't try to explain why we were brand new to this hobby but also had a truck, enclosed trailer, and the ability to crawl over every inch of a car in 10 minutes flat.
He seems pacified, and after some alligator death roll negotiations where he insists he's firm at $1000, we buy the car for $850.
Money changes hands, title is signed, then I look at him and say: "So, uh, do you want to know what we're really going to do to this car?"
"Yeah! Because you seem shady!"
We then explained the Gambler, GRM, how to lift an E-body, etc. He loved the idea so much that he invited us into his shop, where he had a real Meyers Manx, a Mercedes 190E 2.3-16, a more modern V12 Benz, and some other toys. After the tour he bid us farewell, made us promise to send pictures of the Buick, and waved goodbye.
Here's what we'd purchased: