Hi BroDad!

 

I like the pickup

 

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Mick, the truck is rougher than it looks but would make a good project

 

That truck is badass. The Cutlass reminds me of the Grand National. As I recall, it was a sleeper of the day, but people quickly caught on to what they were. My first car, after the VW was failure, was a 1987 Tbrid with the 2.7 turbo. Couldn't keep it straight in the rain, barely kept it straight when it was dry. Bad car for me in high school.

 

The grand national was faster than the Corvette. That 3.8 was an amazing little engine. The cutlass has stock rebuild 350

 

You mean the turbo 2.3? They were good, but turbo lag was prominent

 

Typo. Yes the inline 2.3L. The lag made it a bitch to drive. It would kick in and double the power. My diesel has it too, but if you know how to drive it, it isn't so bad. Still annoying in traffic.

 

I did two years in an old one room school house, but it only had one grade, was overflow for the newer school next door. Best school I went to, had lots of windows, and was quite roomy for one ordinary size class. The newer the school building, the more I disliked it. Even when my daughter went to school, she hated her "modern styling" junior high school so much we put her in another one the next year and had to drive her to school. She never had to walk much, though. I remember walking through corn fields one year (found out raw corn wasn't bad) and took a shortcut through a swamp another. Had enough dry spots we could keep our feet dry. Old memory just surfaced, a school bus slid on an icy road into the swamp, was nose down into the water for a few days before they got it out. We kids thought that was hilarious.

When Mom died she was sent to a funeral home near where she was raised. She'd told me about miserable walks to school in winter, and my brother and I decided to trace her route, we'd never even seen the school before. She started out from a little unpainted house with no plumbing in Missouri, crossed a bridge into Kansas, and about another half mile to the school. Yep, that must have been miserable in winter.