Detroit is going down. The whole rescue package is just so hopeless. I remember when American cars were still attractive. Cadillacs were the family car, my dad’s one life-long fetish, bought used for second-hand glamor. That was until the oil crises hit, when he got sensible and we got a VW beetle and then later a Toyota.
My favorite car was a gold-colored 1966 Cadillac convertible with light seats. I loved the hugeness and sleekness and majesty of it and used to take my dolls and stuffed animals along for rides in the back seat, the wind blowing through my hair as my dad chauffeured us around. That’s about as good as it gets. Today? Forget it. Sinking fast.
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nice car – but it would trink too much
It did, it was a real gas guzzler, as we say. I think it only got about 12 miles per gallon. That’s about 20 liters over 100 km… :-0
that´s what Im drinking over 100 km…., so let me be your Cadillac 😉