I didn't know!

Not that Oldsmobiles were ever my favorite cars; nonetheless there are memories and I'm sorry to see 'em go.

In High School, it seems like everyone had a Cutlass Supreme. My junior year, I dated a girl -- a *real* girl -- who drove one. I thought they were classy: Those little rear coupe windows with the curve; the whale-toothed grill.

Her father had a hobby of fixing up classic cars; their yard was filled with cars from the 1950s. He owned a two-toned red and white 1954 Oldsmobile sedan -- the kind with the port holes; also a black 1959 Cadillac DeVille -- the kind with the killer torpedo fins. The neighbors would complain because some were up on blocks.

We kept in touch awhile after I skedaddled: She became a biker chick. I remember the first summer back from college, she wore Jordache Jeans with fringe down the sides. We went to biker bars and they were the friendliest people. The drinks were always free. (Probably because I was with her -- she looked like Joan Jett or Jo from "The Facts Of Life".) One of her new friends gave me a ride on his Chopper. It scared me shitless.

My mom says she's developed medical problems -- the liver -- and is now a recluse. She lives with her parents and her dad now has a pole barn on the property with the cars inside. Mom sees him in the '59 Caddy.

In college, I owned a 1977 Olds 98 that I bought for $1200. It was a yacht and just like the Chrysler in the B-52's song, it sat about 100. (Actually, 13.) It was a rustbucket and practically never started. Once the engine took hold, though, you tapped the accelerator and man it zoomed. Nothing in it worked -- try driving in pouring rain with the windows stuck down and the wipers shorted out. Still, it went 0 to 95 in, like 10 seconds. hee hee.

In today's meetings, I made this the topic of discussion. Everyone knew -- it was announced a year or two ago, they said.

It seemed like everyone had an Oldsmobile story. Oh well. I drive a Honda Civic now.


And just for grins and chuckles, take this quiz... (Whodda thunk I'd be a truck. Dozens of self-help books lay piled around my house and I learn about myself from Quizilla.)


YOU ARE A TRUCK!!!


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