What a Journey for a 50-year survivor of rust, accidents, broken parts, and even politics.
I am still on the road today, and I think I look pretty decent for my age.
I began my mechanical life December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check was finished, in Dearborn Michigan.
I spent virtually all my life in California, and as such, I have some of the earliest pollution controls designed for cars, for 1967.
I had very unique items for the time period before computers like, Automatic Climate Control, Auto Headlamps, and so on.
You might be shocked by 1966 US prices when compared to todays:
Cost of a new home: $23,300.00
I cost $5400.00 for a Cadillac Deville
One first-class stamp: $0.05
A gallon of regular gas for me was: $0.32 (I could not get far on one gallon)
One dozen eggs: $0.60
A gallon of Milk: $0.99
My California owners, Velma and Everett, kept me for some 40years, where I enjoyed family drives near the Pacific Ocean.
Everett, bought this car for Velma, in 1969. They were the second owners. My California owner was meticulous about the maintenance. The car made several trips to Oklahoma in the 1970s.
Velma drove the car the rest of her life.
My California owner sold me to his youngest brother, Bill, in Oklahoma.
Bill loved his brother, and always loved that car.
I made my last journey from California to Oklahoma, ~2010, though I was carried, not driven.
My Oklahoma owner, Bill, loved trying to make me feel better, though age really had taken a toll. Parts were replaced like headlights, tires, carburetors, belts. Bill wanted badly for the radio to work, but there were multiple things broken there. And, according to Everetts surviving son, Mike, neither the radio or AC had ever been reliable.
This owner, Bill, passed in 2016, wherein my present owner bought me from the family.
He too had me carried, not driven, to his home near Dallas Texas.
After swapping many more broken parts for new, I now have smooth ride and stops, more pep in my drive, all electric lights work, and more.
My latest aged parts replaced include my original 5 pounds 12″ by 6″ AM/FM factory non-stereo radio. We both wish Bill could hear the radio now working!
I do like the highway, not so much curvy roads, and cruising just beyond the reach of other cars.
All the while people smile, wave, give me a thumbs up and sometimes stop me for a better look or photographs.
Young people will stop and stare, in attempts to figure out what I am, as they likely have never seen anything like me. Their first thoughts might be of a UFO, but I am closer to a Land Yacht at 19 feet long.
The young ones have these funny little things they hold in their hands, pointing at me and talking into it.
Oooh, pardon me.
My radio is playing, “It’s Good to be Out of the Rain.”