I’m almost certain that this is the exact car my family had when I was a very young child — the 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass. It was even this strange shade of fir green. (It’s like its designers wanted to camouflage it for some Canadian forest.) For me, this car has one of those perplexing 1970’s designs that instills something approaching cognitive dissonance — I can’t decide if I love it or hate it.
This is a summer memory for me because this thing had vinyl seats — and damn if they didn’t get hot in the July afternoon sun. And I mean HOT. You had to put a blanket or a beach towel down before you got in, or those seats would burn any part of your body with which they made direct contact. Ow.
And it didn’t have air conditioning either.