My love for oldsmobiles was planted... I'd always loved Oldsmobile. I grew up in Linden, NJ--- a town which had its own GM plant where Oldsmobiles were produced. Lots of folks up there had Oldsmobiles, including my family. We had a station wagon. My first car was a big brown 1983 Olds 98 Regency given to me by my stepdad. It was a tank... I loved that thing and still have many fond memories of it. I knew I'd one day own another one.I wanted that "special car" I had always loved the classic Oldsmobiles, especially the Cutlasses and 442's. I always figured one day i'd have one. Years went by, though, and it never happened. School, moving alot, buying a home, bad relationships and bad timing always seemed to crop up. I was actually getting disheartened, thinking I might never get my dream Olds. After Oldsmobile stopped production in 2004, it dawned on me that my chances were slipping on getting a new OR an old Olds.My stepdad gets sick Early in 2006, my stepdad's health took a dramatic turn for the worse. He'd been chronically ill for years and we kinda took it for granted that he'd always be sick--- but never die. I told him I was renewing my search for my dream car. Either a Cutlass or 442, preferably between the years of '68-72. I told him that when I found it we'd go riding together. That day never came. He died suddenly in Feb. of 2006.I find the car I found my car online while cruising the ads. I don't know why, but I knew it was the one when I saw it: a 1970 Oldsmobile Cutlass "S". I had it looked at, and then had it shipped over. It had some obvious flaws, but overall it was in nice shape. Some very minor rust, a dented door, minor leaks... she ran nicely, though. She was a light green color, which reminded me of a giant Tictac. My grandma probably owned a car this color when she was younger.