1969 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight Convertible

Price: - Item location: Tyler, Texas, United States
  • Condition: Used
  • Make: Oldsmobile
  • Model: Ninety-Eight
  • Type: Convertible
  • Year: 1969
  • Mileage: 132,000
  • VIN: 384679m211593
  • Color: Blue
  • Engine size: 455 Rocket
  • Number of cylinders: 8
  • Power options: Air Conditioning, Power Windows, Power Seats
  • Transmission: Automatic
  • Drive type: RWD
  • Interior color: Blue
  • Options: Convertible
  • Vehicle Title: Clear
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1969 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight

This 1969 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight is made for cruising. It is reliable and very comfortable to drive. The odometer showing 33,000 miles, could be 133,000. Car is in great shape. Has 455 Rocket V8 engine with a Turbo 400 3 speed automatic transmission. Car runs and drives good. Basic tune up and maintenance recently performed. Solid car, no rust spots. Car can be inspected on lift. Interior is in good shape but could use some misc repairs such and a few missing trim pieces and clips for door panels. The seats great shape. Dash is cracked and has cover. Power windows and power top work good. All gauges work. Has had recent paint job. Car has AC but it is currently not working. Trunk is rust free.

Lyrics from the Country Song '455 Rocket'

Mr. smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
Took her home the day that she was baptised
They said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an airplane
I knew she was a jewel in the sky

She had a 455 rocket
The biggest block alive
Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the strait ways
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket
She was made to burn

Well who's junk pile piece of shh-velle is this
Did you boys come here to race or just kiss
Hmmm don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood
I know she might sound like she's missin
But honey she could teach you a lesson
In just a quarter mile and I'll smoke you good

In my 455 rocket
The kind the police drive
Couldn't harldy wait just to take my turn
She was made for the strait ways
She grew up hatin' Cheverolets
She's a rocket she was made to burn

I'm tellin' you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid, I thought I heard the angels sing
(sounded like the beach Boys)
And the curb, and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rails
Even the cop asked me
"man, what you have in that thing"

I had a 455 rocket
The very kind you drive
Better watch yourself when you take that turn
She was made for the strait ways
She grew up hatin' Chevroletes
She's a rocket, she was made to burn

Burn, oh
She's a rocket she was made to burn