I have always had a place in my heart for the Cutty. It’s hard not to when you grow up near Detroit. Even today you see them all over The D and surrounding areas. In 1984 my family acquired a brand new Cutlass Supreme. It was pale blue/gray with navy interior. These were the days of sizzling hot seat belt latches from the summer sun. The body was made of pure sheet metal. We had acquired a gift.
This was our family’s car of distinction. Initially, my Mom pushed it. But eventually reliability was an issue. Then it became my old man’s burden to bear. Our Cutty made it 8 years. In the spring of 1992 the transmission blew up on I-96 in Detroit. My Dad left it for dead. It joined the likes of so many other abandoned cars on Detroit’s freeways. But if you ask me, there is no better way to lose a Cutlass.
