My first car was a 1999 Regal GS. Powered by a supercharged 3.8L V6, the Regal was capable of speeds that Buick's target audience don't know exist. It had 240 horsepower and 280 ft-lbs of torque. With an obscenely flat torque curve that peaks at 2400 rpm, off the line it was one mean burgundy machine. Only a slight twitch of my leg transformed the Regal from a cloud nine geriatric ride to an angry supercharged rhinocerous- with an appetite for Japanese cars with oversized spoilers, soup-can exhausts, and non-functional hood scoops.
A car that defined the term 'sleeper', the Regal would particularly enjoy courting Honda Preludes, Civic Si's, or Mitsubishi Eclipses. After luring its prey into what initially appears like an opportune chance to exhibit their sweet stickers, the Regal would spring its trap. Its Eaton M90 supercharger would be unleashed, packing the six cylinders with 27.4 psi of boost; meanwhile, the drivetrain would give its best effort toward the futile endeavor of maintaining traction as the Regal would rocket past its imported competition. Such defeats would be expected to leave the Honda driver in a state of confusion, so fortunately the margin of victory would allow enough time for him to close his mouth and consider the embarrassment at exactly how much he spent on his unpainted body kit.
I never lost a race in that car. Except when the opponent had blue and red lights on top.
The GS was commonly seen around Spartanburg, SC demonstrating her artistic side. One of her oft-repeated performances was a painting of twin streaks of Michelin residue against a backdrop of smoky clouds of rubber-based particulate matter, set to the tune of a high-pitched whine eminating from twin helical screws.
Anyway, all good things must come to an end. I was graduating high school, and moving on to college. My father decided to trade it in, and no, I won't sully the Regal's good name by revealing what it was traded in for.
Plain and simple: this video presents my final drive in the Regal GS. Man, I loved that car.