Some may remember that I have a 66 Cadillac with a lot of patina (crossing the line to trashy), a damaged engine and something wrong with the driveshaft. It’s got water intrusion, one of the doors won’t open and it’s degrading.
I bought a 472 to fix the engine problem but time has conspired against me. I have a lot of work to do to bring this thing back to functional vehicle level.
So today I did an instant restoration. I found this one for sale in SLC for less than it would cost to get mine into this shape - and that’s not taking the time factor into account! Nobody knows when Grandpa bought it, but we know it was at least 40 and probably closer to 50 years ago. Garaged until 2016.
The seller (grandson) wanted his garage back, but didn’t want the car to suffer the fate of so many old Cadillacs - airbags (or removed springs), big wheels, rattle can paint job. My Cadillac history got me adoption approval and I went to pick it up today.
Through high altitude Utah, of course. No snow, just fog and wet roads and temperatures right at freezing.
Got to SLC around 1:00 and met the Cadillac. The car fired immediately when cold. It’s not perfect, but it’s in pretty good shape and drives pretty well. More on that later. Well enough that I decided to bring it home. I probably could have picked it up for $20 after grandson decided it was going to a good home, but I paid him a reasonable amount and we both left happy.
Since the car hadn’t seen much use other than weekly trips around the block for a few years, I figured the brakes and tires were not up to a mountain and interstate trip. So I brought a trailer that I borrowed from my friend Matt. The car loaded up easily, great-grandkid got a goodbye picture taken, the entire neighborhood showed up to wave goodbye. Two blocks later, I stopped for diesel and had two people strike up conversations. Everybody loves an old Cadillac.
There aren’t many vehicles that make the truck look small. The Cadillac has a bigger engine than the truck does...
Weather was better in the mountains. Some wet roads in the Price area, but that’s it. This was a load check - it’s pretty country. The car was riding well.
A little too well. In the dark in the Utah desert, I lost a tire. The trailer was so stable I didn’t notice until I heard a weird noise reflecting off a bridge railing. Looks like I owe Matt a new wheel.
20 miles later, I was home. More pictures tomorrow.