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. Any respectful girl would.
I began my traveling life on December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check was finished, in Dearborn Michigan. Via railway, I was then shipped to San Fransisco, California.
I spent virtually all my life in California, and as such, I have some of the earliest pollution controls designed for cars, for 1967. Translation, I had an SMOG pump, advanced distributor timing, lean carb corrections and more.
But, I did have 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 today:
Cost of a new home: $23,300.00
I cost $5400.00 for a Cadillac Coupe Deville
One first-class stamp: $0.05
A gallon of regular gas for me was: $0.32 Ok, I needed Hitest at 39 cents.
(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 loved Velma and bought the car for her, in her name, and all he did was keep it in repair.
Velma drove me, Velma loved me, Velma took me to the ocean.
My California owner was meticulous about maintenance. I made several trips to Oklahoma in the 1970s. (The dustbowl in the 30’s is how Velma and Everett came to be in California. He worked Steel to build the Bay Bridge.
Sometimes, I towed a trailer.
Imagine the most advanced luxury car pulling a trailer from California. That would be me.
I was always the Lady.
Velma drove me for the rest of her life.
My California owner sold me to his youngest brother, Bill, in Oklahoma, circa 2007.
Bill loved his older brother, and met me, the Caddy, when he was maybe 19. Bill fell in love with me.
I made my last journey from California to Oklahoma, ~2010, though I was carried on the back of a truck, and not driven to Bill.
My Oklahoma owner, Bill, tried 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, since day one, 1967.
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, many, more broken parts for new, I now have smooth ride and stops, more pep in my drive, all-electric lights work, and more.
(The new cars pass me with zip and speed, but I have class and presence, they do not)
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! Though the new radio is not what I was borne with, it is glorious in sound.
I do like the highway, not so many 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. I have had people chase me, ask me questions, and just seem to love I am.
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.”
I do enjoy my third life, with upgrades and new parts.
I do hope common sense can return to humans.
Otherwise, they will cause me to shut down and never run, I will just sit here like a stone, and will never start or drive down the highway.
I do like running the highway, the sing of my tires, while I just breath and push and live.