When you are a 500-year-old immortal from the steppes of Russia, in town for The Gathering.
This is the 1966 Cadillac Fleetwood Eldorado convertible. [Ed.: as if there is a difference from a Coupe de Ville] I had a chance at buying one [ed.: a ’65 or ’66 de Ville convertible] in high school. Dad said no, even at just $275. The convoluted start up process scared him. (It was a piece of crap, after all.) The 429 V8 under my right foot terrified him. The 10 mpg scared his wallet, in case I ever got stranded.
But, oh, would I be the king of the high school parking lot. Way more so than in my VW 411.
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1971 Cadillac Coupe deVille at the Vegas Cars and Coffee show.
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to Tucson in last night’s episode of Breaking Bad. Or at least they should have been. Tucson is the place to go to disappear.
His car was also “in disguise.”
Oh to be a high school junior with $250 and a dad who was a half full kind of guy. Also, sometimes the most kickass cars at the car show are not the trailer queens – they’re the trainwrecks parked around the periphery, like this…
1966(?) Cadillac de Ville. Leather, 429 4bbl, 3 or 5 very stylish miles for every gallon…