I happened to be on an old road that has taken a giant tumble on the highway popularity charts when I spotted her.
I probably felt pretty close to that same sense of excitement that Arnie the-soon-to-be-dead misfit felt when he spotted the killer ’58 Fury in ‘Christine’.
Fortunately for me, she did not hold the same demonic spell over me that beset Arnie the doomed nerd in ‘Christine’ and my excitement was controlled by the real world of practical non-possessed reality.
But I loved her just the same for a long moment because that 1966 Olds Dynamic 88 two door hardtop spoke to my very soul when I saw her on the side of the road, complete with a For Sale sign.
This was kind of a Pretty Woman moment for me when I saw the car because the Olds was dressed up like she had just left the showroom and she really caught my eye with her unmistakable 60sbeauty. The car was a stunning example of everything that was right about car style in the 60s.
The curves and lines from that golden age of cars were unmistakable on this car. She had an even rarer pedigree than most of her GM peers from the mid-60s and would stand out in any car show crowd of other General Motors beauties from the past.
She retained the glamour and class of her youth and she was not afraid to show off her assets to a grateful world of car guys. Few of them would be strong enough to resist her charms in a world of better opportunities and bank accounts. This ‘66 Olds knew that from the moment I saw her.
This four-wheeled goddess told me that I could have her at an agreed-upon price that was likely way out of my league, if one bases price on superficial standards like a stunning paint job and a beautiful ride stance.
She had been blinged-up with expensive wheels that looked as far from off the rack as possible, but still retained the class that befitted this beauty. Jewelry like those wheels just added to her style and class.
Eventually I had to jump back to reality because this beauty was not walking back to me like the pretty woman in the Roy Orbison song. In fact the Olds just sat there and her sullen silence simply said; “Move along Sonny, I am out of your league“.
And the damn car was right.
Jim Sutherland
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