The more I see this car get cleaned up, the more I have to hand it to Kevin. Okay, kudos, for sure, but money for a lottery ticket as well, because he scored when he got his hands on this absolute gem of a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass S. It’s not hot-rodded. It’s not tricked out. It’s not cut up. It’s as they were, and considering it’s time stored in a barn and stored in the storage garage, it’s amazing that the car is as good as it is. It ran good, it drove from Kansas back to Iowa, and by all accounts it’s the nicest thing he’s rescued. He might think that his stepside Ford is the winner, but I think that this one is the winner. Jealous? Damn right I am.
He’s gotten the car to run and drive, he dusted the car off, but when you do one of these rescues, you have to make the call as to whether you are willing to bring it truly back to life or if you are just going to get it running and beat on it some. I’d drive to Iowa and smack him stupid myself if he didn’t go all the way and save this Cutlass, but happily, Kevin is a man of sense…and intelligence, because his father is a bodyman with decades of experience. Who else would be better to work on paint that pre-dates the new owner by at least twenty years? With buffer in hand and chemicals at the ready, it’s time to give the Oldsmobile the much-needed love that it’s been missing out on since the early 1980s. She cleans up niiiiice.