Saving a 1958 Cadillac Coupe DeVille Series 62
The GOOD NEWS is - that I have intention and vision and big eyes and an unquenchable passion for this stuff, that would make a child's love for Sesame Street look like amateur hour. This car has a home. My home. Will it look pristine and beautiful like it once had when she was new? Probably not. Not with me anyways. But what it will have, is a guy who will endlessly tinker, tap and fap over it. She will run. She will drive. She will stop. It also will serve as a means of transportation at some point - and see lands far and wide. It is going to take some time....I've got a Dodge ahead in line. Personally, I like how it looks - at least for the time being. What IS important, is not so much what my plans are (or what some critics plans would be) - but that it is not going to be crushed (which is what was going to happen). It's been sitting here for over 40 years. 40 years of opportunity for someone to save it. But nobody did. Until I came along. Enjoy the video and the numerous pictures I have in a gallery below.
I possess a sensitive, imaginative, nonsensical side of emotion towards an automobile. It defies the known logic that a car is anything more than an inanimate object, and as such, I loathe to use an automobile for parts. But - then that organ donor logic kicks in. I intend to use as much as I can from these two mates below, before their turn to really finally rest in peace, comes. I guess I have always had this little notion that a car has idiosyncracies. It has a body made of mineral earth, molded by design into something pleasing to the eye. It has a nervous system, a regulatory system, a digestive system...it needs fuel, lubrication and water to survive - and creates waste product. It is a product of human energy, from drawing board, to factory, to this graveyard - it stores our memories, our senses of touch, scent, seeing and hearing. It evokes many feelings in human behavior. It may not move on it's own, but neither does a plant. It becomes an extension of one's body, in terms of control - much like your mind makes your arms move - you make your car move. In some sense, it often becomes the face of a person - when you see a particular car that someone you know owns. As such - eh....I get carried away with it.