Acid Flashback Thursday: 1979 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme

1979 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme

This is not your driver’s ed teacher’s Olds – oh wait, it is

It’s a slow, gloomy Tuesday commute, when out of nowhere, this cream-colored nightmare comes storming into view.

Not only is it exhibit A in how to take America’s most successful car of the day, the ‘77 Cutlass, make it smaller (good), even less powerful (bad), and less aggressive, by halving the number of lights (emasculatingly bad).  Then, for ’79, change the grille to make it even uglier. (Two fat sections per side instead of three more slender ones.)

Still, in a world where Thunderbirds and Monte Carlos were the shit, this isn’t the worst  thing out there – the 4 door slantbacks with fixed rear windows take that prize.

This was the exactly car I took my high school driving test in.  Thanks again to my now dead instructor for that D+.  That right there is the sole reason I am not your president this very minute.

(I at least did better than Laura Haas with the nice “aas”)

  4 comments for “Acid Flashback Thursday: 1979 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme

  1. 8barrel
    February 19, 2009 at 5:55 am

    That and the fact that your dad was never President or CIA Director. And you never did lots of coke. And were never actually cited for DUI (as opposed to being pulled over for being suspected of it.) And you have been successful in a career. And you can actually pronounce noo-klee-err.

    Then again, there was that F—……

  2. February 19, 2009 at 9:23 am

    I believe my lowest grade from that gentleman was F – - -, which, through hard work, diligence, and a determined resolve to limit my fantasizing about Anno to only 95% of classtime, I was able to raise to an F ++

  3. 8barrel
    February 19, 2009 at 10:32 am

    When I typed it there were three separate hyphens; somehow it got change to one long one when I hit post.

    I could not forget a tripple minus.

  4. Dr. Gonzo
    February 19, 2009 at 10:52 am

    No worries. After the first “-”, you stop feeling the novelty. Sorta like tattoos or dropping the soap in the prison shower- the first time has particular meaning; after that, it’s just piling on.

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