This is my oldsmobile cutlass ciera. My name is Kurt, so hence the name: The Kurtlass. A few months ago I brought it to the mechanic for routine brake work and that's when he said that I had to drive this car home and never drive it again. He said that at any moment my front left wheel could fall off. He said it would cost $1000+ to fix and I followed his advice and had it towed to a junkyard. Everyday since I have regreted not paying the money, for this car was the car of my dreams. It had sweet spinning hubcaps, a P.A. system in the hood {originally mounted on top of the vehicle, until I was pulled over too many times}, deer antlers on the hood along with a birdhouse, 40+ air fresheners hot glued to the ceiling, and with its sweet custom paint job. I now drive a 1998 Toyota Sienna that makes me feel like shit when I drive it. I imagine The Kurtlass driving around my head and taunting me saying, "Why didn't you pay the repairs? Did you not love me???". I have seriously cried wetly over this.

The infamous hubcap spinners

I believe there were forty four hot glued up there at one time or another.

The P.A. in action...


I just like to be comfy