There seem to be many old stretch Caddies in the EV; maybe there are a lot everywhere. My stepdad had one, not as old as this, at the time he married my mom. They were still the rolling symbol of American success (at least among some) then. Now I see one and imagine it’s a time capsule transported as a personal reminder of things that are gone, say, the time when the only food choices were steak, hamburgers, hotdogs, baked chicken or pork chops and when radio was all Top 40, polyester was in, and when my mom and dad were still married.
Category: Cars
