Hey, I’m Duane, the lifelong car guy. I was the kid that didn’t crash his toy cars. The kid that built car models, sometimes twice to get it right. The kid that identified cars while standing on the bus stop. And the kid whose first car was not-so-affectionately nicknamed “The Pickle” by my sister and her friend.

Green 1971 Plymouth Barracuda
“The Pickle” (scan of 1975 photo)

“The Pickle” was a used 1971 Plymouth Barracuda, a basic version with manual drum brakes all-around. And it was green, inside and out. My driving style did not match well with that stripped-down Barracuda. So I longed for a more capable car. Fifteen months later, I found it.

My Second Car

My social life was non-existent in high school, and I worked whenever possible, saving money for a nicer car. While not one of the cool kids, I was about to purchase a very cool car. I found it advertised in Hemmings late summer before my senior year. It was located near Detroit, and I was in Indianapolis. After talking with the seller, I really wanted the car. Purchase negotiated, I flew alone to Detroit and drove it home. I was one equally nervous and excited kid!

White 1969 Hurst/Olds front view
1969 Hurst/Olds (scan of 1976 photo)

This used 1969 Hurst/Olds looked so distinctive. White with gold stripes. Functional ram air hood and rear deck spoiler. 455CI engine with 380hp. Limited slip differential. Automatic transmission with Hurst dual-gate shifter. Black vinyl bucket seats. The Hurst performance company modified 906 of the Oldsmobile Cutlass 442’s in 1969 to create the limited-edition Hurst/Olds. Subtle it was not!

While still a not-so-cool kid, I now owned a very cool muscle car. Well taken care of by its elderly previous owners, it was primarily the wife’s car. She must have been one hip grandma behind the wheel.

Muscular V8 Sound

I loved that H/O. It was fast, handled relatively well, and was so aggressive. It was everything “The Pickle” was not. It squealed both tires under full acceleration, and chirped them shifting into second gear. And that muscular V8 with dual exhaust sounded great driving down the road.

It possessed more power than most kids should have access to. I was responsible enough to drive it wisely most of the time but did get a couple of speeding tickets. As for “The Pickle”, my father purchased it from me and gave it to my sister. Quite fitting I should say. After all, she did like pickles!

Next week experience snow days in the Hurst/Olds. Thanks, and always drive with allure!

White 1969 Hurst/Olds rear view
1969 Hurst/Olds (scan of 1976 photo)

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