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car of the night: big pimpin'

Tonight, we talk about Cadillacs. Oh, not just any Cadillacs. See, I had one of those cars, but it was a ‘93 and, let’s face it, a ‘93 Caddy is just not the same as one of those 1970's pimp mobiles.

Back in the 70's, the “luxury” part of luxury cars meant the car was wide and long and more akin to a boat than an auto. People drove them the way they drive Hummers now. They were the equivalent of flashing a wad of hundred dollar bills in the face of your neighbors who only had fives. You know what I mean. Mr. Campo in his ‘72 gold Caddy with whitewalls driving slowly past your house like he’s in some fucking pimp parade, honking his horn (La Cucuracha) and waving smugly at you as you wash your 1967 station wagon. Mr. Campo was big pimpin'.

Tonight, my co-blogger the turtle takes the reigns on the storytelling:

Have you ever woken up in the morning and felt like life has hit you in the gut one to many times and maybe it would be better if you just stayed at home and play pool? Well, I was having one of those days. I woke up and just screwed my cue together, trying to forget the day. Hey, it happens some days.

Just as I was going for the break, my window shook. I heard a noise out side my door that was not only an engine, but a big fucking engine. Sounding like thunder or someone in the bathroom who ate at Wendy’s the night before. Either way, it was loud.

That’s a 71 Cadillac. That's a car that could probably hit a tank in WWII and still keep going. Not only going, but drive right thru it. Pure Detroit steel. That is the car all the parents want their kids to have because it was made like a brick shit house, even though they were terrified of the power under hood. It's a trade off.

I "borrowed" a ‘71 Caddy from a friend one night. It was shit white with the paint fading and the electrical system shot to shit. No light and no radio. Two bad things. No bueno, guys.

I was driving down the road with all the windows open just trying to get to a show. The car felt like a tornado inside. The wind ripped through but it was just too much fun. The cruising style of that car was like you are on an ocean. The feeling you get when you pull up next to an SUV. Them looking over at you. Wondering why you have this gas guzzling car and why you are slamming a beer at a stop light. And you are feeling so cool you can barely muster a middle finger but you do anyways just cause, well, cause you can. So fuck them, lets push and go, I don't have the time for your details.

The feeling of that car and the power of that car died one night. Everything went wrong. We tried everything to get it to live once again. But fate looked on it the wrong way. We pushed it too far too many times and it just gave up. Not for lack of trying, but from sheer exhaustion. We left it to die in the front of someone’s house and always talked about fixing it. The transmission, steering, electrical and suspension.

But we never did. Now she is screwing the cue together. She took too many to the gut.

Rancid - Time Bomb

Previous cars:
73 Duster
63 station wagon
73 Omega and 89 CRX
77 Trans Am
69 Camaro
70 Mustang Mach I
Ford Galaxie 500
74 Dodge Challenger
70 Chevelle and 72 Barracuda

Comments

A convertible of that vintage absolutely rules,hands down,

Heh. Tolja.

My first car was "supposed" to be a 76 coupe de'ville, not a spec of rust, it was a luxury car, shift's it's self...

Anyway it was Navy blue with baby blue leather, landau top, it was my grandparents car and after my grandfather bought himself a new chrysler, he gave the car to my dad.

The breaks seized and the choke freaked out, and my dad had just gotten a new work beater (he was a carpenter and carried all his tools in the trunk) and he decided it was time for the caddy to go...

I was 15 and had to fight back the tears the day I came home and my car was gone.

It was a boat but it was beautiful.

man, one of my friends in high school had a 72 Cad. with the 500. We'd blow past everyone in that thing. We were invincible in it. 20 billion of us loaded into it for shows.

The grille just a wee bit different than the '71, less round at the hood/grille connection.

Later i had a '78 CdV. What a piece of crap it was, even with its limo tint windows.

Mmm. My dad had a '72 Sedan deVille for a while in the early 80s, with the ginormous 472 V8. A totally classic car, for pretty much all the reasons you mention.

IMHO, the last classic Cadillac was the '70. From there it was all downhill, as a series of stylistic and engineering compromises eventually led to the (shudder) Seville and (God help us) Cimarron.

The best Cadillac years were '60 (a refinement of the 1959 great leap forward), the '66, the '67, and the '70.

A '60 in good condition now retails for somewhere around $30K. Sigh.

Although, speaking of large cars that go fast, I knew someone who had a 1972 Olds 98, which was a pretty serious piece of machinery. In it, he once got arrested for going "in excess of 130" (it was before the days of radar guns, and the police cruisers were doing 130 and still losing ground). Me, was only a passenger, so I got to race back to his parents' house (in the aforementioned 98) and take the phone off the hook at 3am so I could go bail him out before he called them to confess.

Ahh, good times, good times.

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