My parents bought an 85 Delta 88 for me to drive when I was 17, and I thought it was the coolest ****ing car ever. It was big, it was ugly(yet beautiful), it was super comfortable, and it still tore *ss on the freeway when my dad would pound the gas pedal. Broke my heart when we had to sell it a year later as we were moving to the tropics. I dreamed of getting another Delta 88 for years afterwards, though the dreams slowly faded away to nothing...
Cut to five months ago. New to Tulsa, with a new job filling my pockets with dosh, and the desire to gain myself a nice car building deep inside me like heartburn. I thought long, I thought hard, and I still didn't know. Then I remembered the Delta 88, and I imagined my ideal: A metallic blue 80s Oldsmobile with whitewalls and dual exhausts! After a few days meandering around Craigslist I found it, and a few days after that it was mine. To make things better, not only did I gain a wicked *ss ride, I also had the gearhead sleeping deep inside me awakened and whipped into a frenzy.
Amusingly, it turns out my family has a strong undercurrent of Olds love in it as well, as one of my great uncles has a perfectly maintained 69 Cutlass Supreme that he's been driving since 69, and some of my dad's fondest driving stories involve driving absurdly fast in a late 60s Delta 98 that had a 455 Rocket in it.
Cut to five months ago. New to Tulsa, with a new job filling my pockets with dosh, and the desire to gain myself a nice car building deep inside me like heartburn. I thought long, I thought hard, and I still didn't know. Then I remembered the Delta 88, and I imagined my ideal: A metallic blue 80s Oldsmobile with whitewalls and dual exhausts! After a few days meandering around Craigslist I found it, and a few days after that it was mine. To make things better, not only did I gain a wicked *ss ride, I also had the gearhead sleeping deep inside me awakened and whipped into a frenzy.
Amusingly, it turns out my family has a strong undercurrent of Olds love in it as well, as one of my great uncles has a perfectly maintained 69 Cutlass Supreme that he's been driving since 69, and some of my dad's fondest driving stories involve driving absurdly fast in a late 60s Delta 98 that had a 455 Rocket in it.