Jellybeans. Vanilla jellybeans. On every road in America people are driving soulless, efficient, safe jellybeans. They are driving modern cars without the soul of a big old car. They may be safe and efficient, but at what price? I question myself and ask why do I settle for a car that stirs not my soul. Why not dare to dream, to be moved as I move along the road? Why not choose a car with a big motor and plenty of room? I dare to dream of driving what I love, even if I must wait and work patiently toward that goal.
I don't want to live like everybody else in their little jellybeans. Nor do I want to follow the same drummer down the safe and sane road. The price is too high, to deny my inner most being. Die the slow death of conformity and be less than I am meant to be. This path is not for me. I want to go with style down my own road. To follow the right path and go there with style. I want to feel the power of a big Caddy motor and know I will get there with style, comfort, and power.
Four hundred seventy two cubic inches of Cadillac power. A big four barrel carburetor up top. None of this sterile fuel injection stuff. And not a corporate motor found in lesser cars either. Yeah those other motors may have power and be fuel efficient, but they lack the soul of the legendary 472-500 engine family. My heart and soul are moved by the big motors, the big iron. They rumble and you know when they are running. Step down on that pedal and they move you like the hand of God on your back.
No modern car has the room or ride of an old Caddy. Huge bench seats, acres of leather or vinyl covering them. The trunks can swallow all your luggage. Heck you could probably put a Smart Car in the trunk as a spare. And even loaded down the old Caddy will still ride like a Cadillac. Soft, comfort, ease, all words that describe the ride. Modern cars are all about handling, with a ride designed for speed not comfort.
This is not just a project journal for my 68 hardtop, it is also a love story. My first love is the 1968 to 1976 Cadillac. Then I love other year Cadillac cars. Further down the line I love other big cars of that bygone era. Wagons, coupes, and sedans that they just don't make anymore. Big steel is cool. Something just hits my soul when a big v8 rumbles near me.
I hope my vision and love is catching. I want to share my passion with you.
