Long and strong

I’ve always had a thing for big, strong American cars. I’m not much of a car guy in that I’m not so mechanically inclined, although once, in high school, Dave Smokoska showed me how to get a car that won’t start, to actually start, by using a pen to push the carburetor flap open a couple of times. “Works for more than just writing,” he said. He was a good guy and a good friend when we were young men and I hope his life is going well. So yes, I like big cars and I cannot lie, with a specific preference in mid-60s to mid-70s hoop rides, namely any Cadillac or Oldsmobile, especially the 98 (booming with the trunk of funk/all you jealous punks can’t stop the dunk; thanks Mr. Ridenour), and the Buicks Electra, Bonneville and LeSabre. I found this Caddy going through some old photos. I took it at a car show on the western side of Michigan in the summer 2004. It was a fun day. The weather was warm and sunny, not at all like this 20-degree BULLSHIT. So yes, here’s a cranberry red Fleetwood for y’all.