I've always been an Oldsmobile guy. My first car was a 1967 Oldsmobile Toronado, purchased in 1982 after my dad gave me a long lecture on getting "a sensible car, good gas mileage, bla bla bla..." It was enormous, had a 6 foot long hood, flip up headlights, and one of the divisions most powerful engines, a 425 cubic inch V8. Its loud burbling exhaust note at idle was one of the high notes of my life.
My parents were strictly Olds people until the bitter end. It was the boat I learned to drive boats on. My late grandfather-in-law gave us his 1991 Olds 98 Touring Sedan. Holy cow, that car was amazing until it stopped being amazing. There's nothing like floating along the interstate in Montana while people mistake you for a cop car.
Jean Smart starred in a family sitcom in the 90's or Oughts about a couple whose daughter and son-in-law move in with them. I never saw it, but remember one commercial for it.
Dennis Farina and Jean Smart are in bed. He's reading a book and she's reading a magazine. In the next room, they can hear their son-in-law going, "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?"
Farina, seething, finally says, "I am! I'm her daddy!"
Complete silence. Then, Jean Smart looks over and, with a sly grin, says, "Who's your mommy?"
Robyn people are going to tell you want the Studebaker Avanti, Don't listen to them Clearly you want the Studebaker Golden Hawk with the Paxton blower, you're welcome.
There's a place near where I grew up that's called Studebaker Crossroads, because the guy who owned the land there collected Studebakers, and had them rusting all over his property. I mean, I assume there were some that he kept in good condition, but mostly I remember seeing rusting ones when I drove past there on my way to town.
My dad had a 1947 Studebaker truck. It had been shortened and had a Ford pickup box on back. He absolutely loved that thing. He used it to haul irrigation pipe to his alfalfa fields in the 1960s. It had been sitting for 15 years when he told me I could have it when I got a license. As cool-looking as I thought it was, I had to decline the offer. It'd be the only pickup at my high school with a two-speed axle. It was a friggin' 1 1/2 ton truck, after all.
My father had a 1954 Studebaker sedan, in which he drove our family cross-country. What a car!
One of the most nicely designed cars ever was the Avanti. Unfortunately, it was not enough to save the company.
Had a friend who owned an Avanti. It was a joy to drive. Awesome car.
I just saw this because Biff restacked it. I still miss posts randomly.
Thanks Biff52.
I had to Google Studebakers. Some of them look not that bad, considering the times
I've always been an Oldsmobile guy. My first car was a 1967 Oldsmobile Toronado, purchased in 1982 after my dad gave me a long lecture on getting "a sensible car, good gas mileage, bla bla bla..." It was enormous, had a 6 foot long hood, flip up headlights, and one of the divisions most powerful engines, a 425 cubic inch V8. Its loud burbling exhaust note at idle was one of the high notes of my life.
Slightly off topic, REO Speedwagon's greatest hits was one of the first CDs I ever bought: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hits_(REO_Speedwagon_album)
Not really off topic because as you probably know theyu named themselves after the REO (Ransom E Olds) Speedwagon.
https://classiccars.com/listings/view/945457/1936-reo-speedwagon-for-sale-in-derry-new-hampshire-03038
My parents were strictly Olds people until the bitter end. It was the boat I learned to drive boats on. My late grandfather-in-law gave us his 1991 Olds 98 Touring Sedan. Holy cow, that car was amazing until it stopped being amazing. There's nothing like floating along the interstate in Montana while people mistake you for a cop car.
And the 91 was the downsized car.
"ACAB, obviously..."
I just heard that there will now be TWO of them renting the houses next door to me. Y'all can imagine my level of excitement is off the charts.
Jean Smart starred in a family sitcom in the 90's or Oughts about a couple whose daughter and son-in-law move in with them. I never saw it, but remember one commercial for it.
Dennis Farina and Jean Smart are in bed. He's reading a book and she's reading a magazine. In the next room, they can hear their son-in-law going, "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?"
Farina, seething, finally says, "I am! I'm her daddy!"
Complete silence. Then, Jean Smart looks over and, with a sly grin, says, "Who's your mommy?"
My wife was Jean Smart's college roommate
Cool!
I loved Jean Smart on Designing Women and Watchmen.
She was fantastic in Legion, too, although that show was probably too weird for mass audiences. At least they got to finish it.
It's Breakaway Day, for those who celebrate.
1962 Corvair. Nuff said.
FIAT 124 Sport Coupe!
Exhaust manifold was barely 2 centimeters from the hood resulting in a lovely crackle-glaze look to the paint.
Robyn people are going to tell you want the Studebaker Avanti, Don't listen to them Clearly you want the Studebaker Golden Hawk with the Paxton blower, you're welcome.
VW Scirocco. Glovebox always filled with rain.
There's a place near where I grew up that's called Studebaker Crossroads, because the guy who owned the land there collected Studebakers, and had them rusting all over his property. I mean, I assume there were some that he kept in good condition, but mostly I remember seeing rusting ones when I drove past there on my way to town.
My dad had a 1947 Studebaker truck. It had been shortened and had a Ford pickup box on back. He absolutely loved that thing. He used it to haul irrigation pipe to his alfalfa fields in the 1960s. It had been sitting for 15 years when he told me I could have it when I got a license. As cool-looking as I thought it was, I had to decline the offer. It'd be the only pickup at my high school with a two-speed axle. It was a friggin' 1 1/2 ton truck, after all.
Studebaker went down swinging. I love this ... The 1963 Lark Daytona Wagonaire with a retractable roof that sadly didn't work too well.
1963 Studebaker Lark Daytona Wagonaire Found on Bring a Trailer https://share.google/SbcSaLsjKdDYYtli9
is "driving a Studebaker" a euphemism for sex?
We need euphemisms?
It can be if you want it to be, sure.