Last Thursday night, before the parent-teacher meeting at daycare, I dropped by the evil capitalist empire, Starbucks, for a decaf. Parked before the door was the most elegant automobile in the history of automobile manufacturing, the 1978 Cadillac Eldorado. The classic subtle divot in front of the rear wheel well distinguishes the design and put it at the height of my automobile fantasy. Sadly, 1979 brought a redesign removing this unique style element and it was made much smaller, thus destroying the beauty forever. Depicted above is not the actual car; the actual vehicle was white and pristine all around. White, perfect chrome details and black interior. I looked around the car keeping a good 5 feet from it.
I know, I know, gas guzzler, energy abuser, not green, etc. But this, for better or worse, is the quintessential vehicle of this country. No other will ever come close to it's stately appearance (and 4-barrel power).
I dragged myself away, removed the drool from my face, walked in and knew the man walking toward me was the owner. He was in his 60-70's, tastefully dressed in black, had thinning and (lightly) slicked back hair carrying a cappuccino to his table. I asked if it was his car. Quietly and proudly he said it was. I complimented him on it. He looked pleased, smiled and sat down. I felt like asking for a ride.
Did I say my birthday's coming up?