After weeks of not even geting to touch that beat of a car, I finally got out to the shop to go through the nessisary tests to see if it wil run, or if it is beyond my ability (and price range) to restore it into a giant Sunday car. Much to my surprise, it fired up and after a difficult spell, it all smoothed out an started running like a car that had never been parked. It only took about 20 minutes of running. After that point, it didn't even smoke. Truly, that Caddy was one of the last great American cars. It looks as though there will be few mechanical problems. I told the fellow helping me to tell me something bad, I need to be discouraged. He said he couldn't, it looked real good to him.
She'll be a driver soon. Once the bugs are ironed out, It will be cosmetics time. Clean up, paint up, make her look new again.
Back when that car was new, to own a Caddy was a status symbol of success, you had finally arrived. That must be a good feeling.
Looking ahead, this will be a several year project, nothing is cheap on this car, but everything on it is built to last. If it's put back together properly, that car could be my old fart convertible until I'm an old fart.
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