In today’s ’63 Nova SS CC, I waxed eloquently over its console and floor shifter for the automatic Powerglide. There’s something very un-gimmicky about it, with that rubber boot, straight stick, white ball and the gated shifter. It could be straight out of a Mercedes Pagoda SL.
But then spartan functionality isn’t the only game in town when it comes to consoles and shifters.
And since my favorite dealer in Iowa City sold Chevys, Buicks and Cadillacs from one showroom, I got to experience the opulent counterpart to the Nova SS, in the form of the 1963-1964 Riviera. This was my altar at the time, in the chapel of St. Mark of excellence, and if the salesmen had allowed it, i would have burned candles and incense in it. As it was, they were being mighty accommodating to allow me to sit in it for an hour or two as I perused the Buick and Cadillac brochures; I mean the sacred texts.
So what console and automatic floor shifter would cause you to have a religious experience?