Used Buick Century for Sale in Baltimore, MD

The oldest car in all my family, the '94 Buick Century doesn't cut any corners. Its boxy corners (inside and out), heavy build, and dignified style evoke epithets like "mobile museum" and "land barge." But I honestly have never felt safer in any other car that I've driven. The engine was always quick to start even in winter weather, a blessing I was reminded of every time I saw a Honda owner coaxing their cold ignition. The engine was not "silent" by any means, but neither was it obtrusive: just a gentle drone, with no pulsation. Gas mileage averaged a steady 20.0 Miles/gallon for a single commuter with a balance of highway, suburban and city driving. Repairs were uncommon, and I can recall only 3 part replacements in my 7 years of ownership: the alternator, the spark plugs, and the ignition lock cylinder. My brother remarked that my car had the fewest problems of all 6 vehicles in our large family. I always said it drove like a "boat", a sensation derived from the substantial wheel play, inertia, and spongy suspension that made the whole cab follow the wheels with delayed response. Doubling back on a wrong turn would cause the cab to rock like a boat in water. But there was never a lack of power either in acceleration or braking. Over the past 7 years, the number of times I've had to floor the accelerator for a tight merge I could count on one hand. The anti-lock brakes are effective and saved me from sliding too far on ice numerous times. Once while exiting a parking garage I overshot the turn and slammed dead into a concrete post. The impact sounded like someone dropped a cinderblock from the top deck. I thought for sure I'd need a new headlight. When I went to check the damage on the bumper you can imagine my shock to find zero trace of an impact. My sister-in-law crumpled a recent Toyota hood with a similar overshot turn a couple of years ago. Old-fashioned and reliable, I have never felt safer in any other car than my 1994 Buick Century.