built back when cars were cars and each make / model was unique. not like today where everything looks like everything else.
man these pics bring back memories, not that my dad ever made enough to own a caddy (he was an olds guy through and through), but I remember these caddys drivin down the road when I was but a lad..
Amen.
My dad was a *Buick* man. Hard working middle-class. Never owned anything else until the last years of his life.
He walked into the Cadillac dealer, paid cash for a Coupe de Ville. Mom was mortified. She said she needed a mink coat just to ride in it. She could never, in her mind, justify it.
We told her, dad deserved it to himself after all those years of sacrificing and providing for us.
Dang car was rife with problems that they could never seem to get corrected. I felt bad for him, he was unlucky to get a lemon. Life!