1972 Olds Delta 88 sedan. My Ma's favorite car of her entire life. 455.
I was little when this car was the family truckster, my sister and I would climb around in the back on what might as well have been a couch for a back seat. We stood up behind the front seats, because there was enough leg room/floor behind the front bench to literally stand up straight as little kids.
It was devoured by the salt. Ran perfect. Dad parked it because the rear frame was soft and the straps for the gas tank were looking suspect.
6 years later, brother's high school friends come buy it. They took it to the Crandon Brush Runs, entered in the race, were winning by a mile(this thing had power, and studded snow tires lol).... and the gas tank fell off on the last half lap and they DNF. Turns out Dad's concerns were valid, although likely accelerated slightly given the circumstances of that particular outing lol.
Ours was the chocolate brown color GM used in that era. Never looked shiny and clean, but never looked dirty that I recall. It was just the big brown car that road like driving a pillow and had a speedometer that went to 140mph. No, Ma never did that. 70+ once that I saw on old county trunk roads(I asked her how fast it could go when i saw it and she got flustered and slowed down)
Never thought much of it as a kid. Learned more about it when I got into high school (was gone by then). Dad lamented not pulling the engine and dropping it in a 1 ton dually chevy or somthing for the farm.
I would pick an Olds 88/98 over a caddy every day.
