…your father’s Olsdmobile, if your father is Ken Schoeb.
Ken is a guy one of our shooters met at the [crappy radio station] car show in Glendale today. This is Ken’s car. It was the only one like it at the show. Match that with ’55-57 Chevys or Tbirds. Ken is an army vet, if I heard correctly. He seemed to be as well preserved as his 1959 Oldsmobile 98. Continue reading “This may be”
It’s like wearing a new pair of white Avias. You see it a mile away (Haters are gonna call this look white socks on too short pants). I got it from running into a can of white paint at the gas station.
Sadly, the Marquis rocked the rest of this look too: dents, random missing trim, 4 different kinds of tires, et cetera.
God, I loved these cars. Everything that was so right, and so wrong about American cars and GM, all bottled up into one effete and ponderous whale for everyman.
The Seville (v. 1.0 and 3.0) “notchback” roofline
The half Cutlass Supreme/ half tailfin taillights
Bumpers that announce that your penis is made of steel.
The plump assed French hooker rear end of the car, from delicate wire wheel covers (sometimes actual wire wheels) and the real men wear fender skirts to the subtle wedginess.
Inside was velour or leather(like) loose pillow bench seating for 4 (the other 2 were not very welcome), AM/FM stereo with 4 speakers, power windows and locks, cruise control and a clock. Woo, the lap of luxury. Just don’t try to turn, or pass, or parallel park, but man, do you look like a yuppie and a pimp all at once.
Give me one in the dark blue over dark blue, please.