Left hand on the wheel, right arm around the girlfriend's shoulder – she's right up against me 'cause I've got a bench seat – top down, cruising through town. Doesn't it all sound romantic? I mean, to the car-lover in you, of course? Those were the good days. Gas was $0.35 a gallon, a burger and a fry combo was under $0.45 and seat belts were to only be occasionally considered.
Them good ol' days would have only been made even better at the wheel of a Cadillac – any Cadillac. As you browse through the gallery, there can be no doubt in your mind as to why.
This 1967 DeVille Convertible happens to be a family member of mine; I consider all my cars to be worthy of love and attention and the longer they are, the more love they get! This is my uncle's Caddy and I recently took for a drive to an Antique car show. That drive was as memorable as they get. Although I had taken the DeVille for a few romps around the block in the past, I had never taken it on a road trip.
When Bob's my Uncle handed the keys over, I lost some of my cool. We had worked out our plans the day before and I was excited at the prospect of hitting the open road with the Caddy. But then, reality set in and I was more nervous than when I took a Porsche 356 along the PCH last summer.
After a few prods of the gas pedal to juice up the Rochester Quadrajet four-barrel carbs, I backed out of the driveway. The first thing I noticed was that the oversize, super-skinny steering wheel may as well have been connected to the fire-hydrant across the street as 13 turns were required to wiggle my way out the drive. Back then, it was considered luxurious to turn a wheel with a single finger, repeatedly. The next lesson came when I engaged Drive and was reminded that an overly excited tap on the Go pedal gets the car's nose out of joint when the 340-hp, 429-ci V8 riles to life.
Although the 224-inch long car tips the scale at over 4,500 lbs (2,041 kg), a mild amount of throttle will easily get the rear wheels to chirp. As I “Whoa-Nelly-ed” myself, I straightened out and made my way to the nearest highway on-ramp. The car felt great and I looked fabulous at its helm.
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| This is my uncle's Caddy and I recently took for a drive to an Antique car show. (Photo: Mathieu St-Pierre/Auto123.com) |
Them good ol' days would have only been made even better at the wheel of a Cadillac – any Cadillac. As you browse through the gallery, there can be no doubt in your mind as to why.
This 1967 DeVille Convertible happens to be a family member of mine; I consider all my cars to be worthy of love and attention and the longer they are, the more love they get! This is my uncle's Caddy and I recently took for a drive to an Antique car show. That drive was as memorable as they get. Although I had taken the DeVille for a few romps around the block in the past, I had never taken it on a road trip.
When Bob's my Uncle handed the keys over, I lost some of my cool. We had worked out our plans the day before and I was excited at the prospect of hitting the open road with the Caddy. But then, reality set in and I was more nervous than when I took a Porsche 356 along the PCH last summer.
After a few prods of the gas pedal to juice up the Rochester Quadrajet four-barrel carbs, I backed out of the driveway. The first thing I noticed was that the oversize, super-skinny steering wheel may as well have been connected to the fire-hydrant across the street as 13 turns were required to wiggle my way out the drive. Back then, it was considered luxurious to turn a wheel with a single finger, repeatedly. The next lesson came when I engaged Drive and was reminded that an overly excited tap on the Go pedal gets the car's nose out of joint when the 340-hp, 429-ci V8 riles to life.
Although the 224-inch long car tips the scale at over 4,500 lbs (2,041 kg), a mild amount of throttle will easily get the rear wheels to chirp. As I “Whoa-Nelly-ed” myself, I straightened out and made my way to the nearest highway on-ramp. The car felt great and I looked fabulous at its helm.
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| Drive and was reminded that an overly excited tap on the Go pedal gets the car's nose out of joint when the 340-hp, 429-ci V8 riles to life. (Photo: Mathieu St-Pierre/Auto123.com) |