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AMERICAblog: A clear sign that I'm not in Paris

  • 1970cs · 1 year ago
    Did the owner happen to have large sideburns?

    http://www.car-nection.com/yann/Dbas_txt/Starpr...
  • Bostonian_Queer_in_Dallas · 1 year ago
    I was just reading where Glenn Beck has called for people to INCREASE their energy consumption to offset any green efforts the Dems are making at the convention...things like waste gas, leave lights on, and stuff like that.

    In 57 years I have never seen a time like this of national mental retardation.
  • Indigo · 1 year ago
    Never? Where were you when that actor with Altzheimers from the failed TV show "Death Valley Days" was hired to play the role of president for eight years? :-)
  • Bostonian_Queer_in_Dallas · 1 year ago
    You are so right! Maybe it just was not so obvious and we had no internet to discuss it
  • Indigo · 1 year ago
    Having culture shock, Chris?
  • tommyyum · 1 year ago
    That looks like a '73 Fleetwood, so it would have a 472 V-8 engine, a 4-barrel carb and a 27-1/2 gallon tank. I owned one: 10mpg on the highway.

    Loved it, though. They have swivel reading lamps and fold-down footrests in the back.
  • hardeknox · 1 year ago
    The middle 70's saw the first safety bumpers (and their weight) and emission controls, which were simply added on, with miles of vacuum hoses and plumbing pipes, air pumps, etc., all attached to humungous beasts that got poor mileage anyway. Only Honda built new engines (CVCC, where the name Civic came from), even offering its technology to everybody else. They modified a Chevy V8 that passed emission standards without a converter. As it was NIH (not invented here), it was rejected.
  • OneManComotion · 1 year ago
    tommyyum is correct, except for the footrests. This is the DeVille not the Fleetwood that had the footrests.
    It would also cost $231 to fill up.
  • domino · 1 year ago
    An article in Sports Illustrated talks about a ballplayer who lives ten blocks from his ballfield and drives there in his Escalade EXT. Now, I don't know what that is exactly, but I don't think it is a hybrid. Twenty-three years old and he cannot walk ten blocks to work. He is not exactly a superstar who needs to hide from the paparazzi.
  • serge · 1 year ago
    I guaran-damn-tee that monster wouldn't go far in France except on the major autoroutes. Take it to Les Baux de Provence and see what happens, Gordes, or Avignon. I would laugh my ass off just to see someone try.
  • shell · 1 year ago
    I remember, at one corporation I worked at, there was a long-term contractor who was from Ireland. It was an IT department and he was OBSESSED with huge American cars. So much so that he bought a monster Cadillac (looked a lot like that picture).

    Anyway, when he returned to Ireland, after about 2 years, he shipped the damn thing over there! I asked him WHY he would pay all that money to do that. He said, "They don't have them there." As I recall, I answered, "Well, DUH! You wonder why?" I wonder whatever happened to that guy and his monster car. (That was circa 1993.) And if there were many streets it fit on.
  • Chimpeach · 1 year ago
    I've been to Ireland twice. We rented tiny cars and I was amazed at how narrow the roads are. 90km/h speed limit on these twisting roads with no shoulder. I can't imagine a big Cadillac on this road. http://www.flickr.com/photos/petgoat/1477291017... felt like we were going to be scraped to smithereens by the hedgerows and stone walls that bordered the roads. I would beg my husband to slow down but he insisted on doing the limit. Looking back though, it was fun. What beautiful countryside too.
  • jr · 1 year ago
    that's quite the lead sled
  • hardeknox · 1 year ago
    Known in some circles as a parade float.
  • Mike_G · 1 year ago
    In Europe you'd be shelling out about $1 per mile to fuel this beast.
    A relative of mine once had a '72 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, 500 cu in V8, white with bright red interior. It was like piloting an ocean liner. I've never gotten so much attention driving down the street, in a town chock-full of Ferraris and Lambos.