My favorite memory about the Olds isn't one particular event. It is a collection of similar memories. My dad, of course, would always drive very conservatively with us kids in the car. Every once in a while, though, when the timing was perfect, we would be the first car to turn left through an intersection when the light turned green. At these times my dad liked to hit the gas so that the car would really accelerate. You could really hear the engine rev & it was always very exciting. Once we were through the intersection & back on the straight-away he would, of course, slow back down. I think those are the memories that kept me hanging onto the car for so long. Like I said, I never got to experience the car being raced like it should have when I was young because my dad was careful with me, but from these little tastes I knew that the best thing about this car was the power. When I was older & the car was finally mine, I loved to just hit the gas & see how fast it could take me.