I put my bike up for sale when I heard there was a shovelhead project available at an attainable price. Of course a sporty doesn't command a lot of money so any offer I got was either stupid....or a trade of some kind. I had offers for late model cars and junky 4X4's. One guy wanted to give me two 4 wheelers. Crap. Then... This guy from south of Houston sends me a pic of this and wants to know if I'll trade. Welp. That's a helluva trade up in my opinion. How many 1960 two door Oldsmobiles are around these days? (The wife is digging the picture the guy sent.) Rode the bike down to Stafford (after the wife told me if I waited a week it may be gone) and made the trade. I figured if it was too much for me I could sell the car for well more than I had in the sportster. Then as the wife and I kept looking at it on the trailer (the guy towed it home for me) it really started growing on me. In the driveway....looks good. Today? Damn. It's a keeper. Especially after my wife busted her ass getting ALL the junk and trash out of it. Cleaned everything. Found all the fucking holes and rust and all the shit that I will have to fix. BUT...she digs it so what do you do. Happy mothers day? Bah. She deserves more than this but if she likes it so be it. 1960 Oldsmobile Dynamic 88. All original except for the pearl white paint, wheels, and gold pinstripe added in the sixties. Plans are to fix all the rust (two doors from Arizona in the trunk) and get it resprayed with a flake white, gold or bronze pinstripe, with a gold or bronze laced roof. So says the woman. We have all the trim and ornaments including two chrome fender skirts. She took some of it off since it was loose. Can't believe all the shit that we don't have to find. So while she was cleaning out her new 1960 Dynamic....I was working on the Roadster. Rebuilding the top I built for Roundup and cutting a few inches out of the windshield.