Growing up with four brothers who always had to have the newest and latest in automobiles, one of them came home with the coolest car ever! An Oldsmobile ninety-eight, diesel, black, moon roof, four doors, loaded. You name it, it had it. Boy did I think I was “it” when I trolled my neighborhood. Everyone’s head turned to see who was driving this black beauty. Were those head turns because they thought I couldn’t handle the car, or were they trying to make sure they weren’t going to inhale what was spewing from the tail pipe?