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My High School Sidekick, The ’73 Buick Electra 225

By Parker Springfield
June 30, 2023
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Man, nothing quite beats your first ride. Technically, “The Buick” was my 2nd car but I don’t really want to remember my Dodge Omni.

My grandparents were “big car” people. The 1973 Buick Electra 225 was my grandmother’s car. She paid cash for it and when I was a kid it was always a fascinating beast but my grandparents didn’t treat it like a classic. Instead, it sat in one on their 8 garages. Yes, they had 8 garages!

My grandmother lost her ability to drive when I was young so I never saw her drive it but my grandfather used it. But, he didn’t see it as a cool car. He ripped the skirts off it, put a towing hitch on it and used it like….a machine!

But I saw the beauty she was.

To my surprise….one day…my grandmother simply asked if I wanted it! I think she knew I loved it and it spent more time in the garage then on the road.

I “restored it” by putting the skirts back on. Put a new set of white walls on it. Freshened up the paint and polished it like a mirror.

Decked out in maroon, she caught the sun just right, turning heads everywhere we went.

Honestly, the first time I clapped eyes on her, I knew we were meant to be. Back then, you didn’t have all these fancy gadgets – standard but for it’s time it had all the bells and whistles. It had 6 cigarette lighters – basically, every arm rest and center console had a cigarette lighter. Automatic windows and automatic bench seats.

But boy, the rumble of that 225 V8…it was pure music.

Slipping behind that wheel for the first time, feeling the cool hardness under my hands, the scent of gasoline and well-worn leather hitting my nose, hearing the door shut behind me with a satisfying thud – it was like stepping into a different world. A world where I was the king. It was kinda like a tiny home.

High school was a blur of moments, and the Electra was there for every single one. She was there when I drove home in triumph after acing the toughest exam I’d ever had. She was there for those trips to the local diner with the gang, tunes blasting from the radio. And she was there for that jittery date when I was more worried about her getting a scratch than about making small talk.

It was great for camping in the woods because I didn’t need to bring a tent. If we partied a little too hard…it was like I had camper.

I’ll never forget the time I awoke from a party called “Project Liam” with a lovely blonde who was “camping” with me in the back seat.

The Electra was my escape pod. When the world got too much, I’d hit the road. Didn’t matter where to, as long as I was moving. There’s something about cruising down an open road that makes all your troubles seem kind of insignificant, you know?

Let’s talk about it’s state-of-the-art features!

This is the only vehicle I have ever driven that actually had the high beam switch on the floorboard! Bring this back!

  1. Size Matters: This ‘73 Buick Electra 225 is a beast, not just a car. It’s like driving a boat on land. You don’t park it, you dock it. Parallel parking? That’s a good one!
  2. Power Everything: Power steering, power brakes, power windows, power seats. If it could be powered, it was. I’d say the only thing that wasn’t powered was the driver.
  3. Gas Station’s Best Friend: Oh boy, did this beauty love to drink. I knew every gas station attendant in town by name, and they sent me Christmas cards every year. Who said cars can’t help you socialize?
  4. Climate Control (Sort of): It had air conditioning – when it felt like it. It was more of a suggestion than a feature, but boy, when it worked, it was like winter in July.
  5. Radio Ga Ga!: AM/FM radio? Check. 8-track player? Double-check. Nothing says ‘cutting edge’ like being able to switch between listening to the Bee Gees and the Beatles while cruising down Main Street.
  6. Seatbelt Optional: Sure, it had seatbelts, but they were more decoration than anything. Those were the days when safety meant driving with one hand on the wheel and the other around your sweetheart.
  7. Luxury Gym: Who needs a gym membership when you’ve got power steering that gives up halfway through a turn? I had muscles on my muscles by the time I graduated.
  8. Trunk Space For Days: The trunk was so big, I’m pretty sure you could fit a small country in there. I once lost a pair of sneakers in that thing. Found them three years later during a spring cleaning.

We went on some epic road trips, me and the Electra. Camping trips with my buddies, cross-state visits to family, you name it. She ate up those miles like a champ. Yeah, she guzzled gas like nobody’s business, but that was part of the adventure. We’d pool our cash for gas, grab a map, and hit the road.

Those summer nights, though…man, those were something else. Driving out to the lookout point, the Electra humming underneath me. Sitting on the hood, feeling the engine cool down, looking up at the stars…man, that was living.

Sure, she had her quirks.

I can’t tell you how many times I ran out of gas because I never did fix the busted gas gauge or had to sweet-talk that engine into starting on freezing winter mornings, or patch up a tire that decided to give up the ghost. But every bump in the road was a lesson, a chance to learn something new. I turned into a self-taught mechanic out of necessity, and I wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything.

Life moved on. High school ended, college came and went, and the Electra was replaced by more “practical” rides. A brand new Dodge Neon. I regret that decision every day.

But no matter how many years pass, no matter how many cars I’ve owned since, a piece of my heart will always belong to that ’73 Buick Electra 225. She was more than a car. She was a buddy, a haven, a mentor.

Every so often, when I smell gasoline and old leather, or hear the roar of a V8, I’m transported back. Back to the freedom, the thrills, the sense of endless possibilities. Back to my ’73 Buick Electra. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So here’s to you, old girl. Thanks for the rides, the lessons, and the memories. You’re not just a car in my book. You’re a part of my story, and I wouldn’t be the man I am today without you.

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  1. brad parris 25 September, 2023 at 11:38 Reply

    I agree with your comments 100%. I also had a 1973 Electra in high school in the mid 70s. It had been my grandfathers. I however was that rare teenager that did wear the lap and shoulder belts when I drove. One night a couple of years later I was coming home from college and a drunk driver in a
    Chevrolet Suburban hit me head on. Because of the size and quality of the car along with wearing both the lap and shoulder belts, I walked away with only bruises from the belts and minor cut and scrapes. This was far better than the other driver who was wearing a 3 -point seat belt but had the shoulder portion under his left arm, basically a 3 -point lap belt. He hit the steering wheel resulting in massive chest and facial injuries. His unbelted passenger was ejected through the wind shield and landed on what was the mangled hood of my Electra. He almost didn’t make it. I knew the obvious safety aspects of wearing the seat belts, but it was the enhanced feeling of how the car drove and handled with the belts buckled that got me in the dutiful habit of wearing the belts every time I drove. With my friends in the car I was usually the only one with both belts on, an occasional front seat passenger might wear the lap belt.

    • Parker Springfield 25 September, 2023 at 12:36 Reply

      They sure don’t make them like they used too!

  2. Ralf VANDERSLUIS 25 June, 2025 at 01:34 Reply

    Very nice article. I had one, also burgundy, 4 doors, when I lived in Dallas. TX for 3 years in the late 1990s. 225k miles on it. Owner got it from his father. Superb ride. Never left me stranded.
    With its paint fried in the Texas sun it didn’t look the best. The owner had upgraded the seat and it was fabulous. It handled surprisingly well for a landyaught. Much better than Cadillacs and Mercuries of much later vintage.
    A/C just needed the odd fill up with the “old” refrigerant.
    Moved to NJ but with the state of the door and window rubbers it wasn’t winter proof. It really started to wear out and a resto would have been a costly endeavor.
    The bad roads in NJ did make it clear why American people like softly sprung floats, it ate the bad roads in superb comfort 👌.
    Let it go with close to 300k miles on it.
    Found another almost perfect one, drove that for a while. Let that go to an enthusiast on Holland where I originally am from.
    Back to my Alfas and Jaguars, but those Buicks were great!

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