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Buy the brown '79. SS's come and go, and winter $h!boxes can be found around every corner; vehicles with a family history are far more rare than either. I've thought more than once about trying to track down my grandfather's '87 C1500 Sierra Classic.

Finish school and get a real 9-5 Monday through Friday big kid job so I can finally get on with my life, have my nights and weekends to myself again, and can pursue the things I've been neglecting forever, namely my '67 Eldorado. The coolest car I've had thusfar is the only one I haven't been able to enjoy yet. That bothers me.

How about retards that live way beyond their means? The people that buy a house with zero money down with like a fifty-year variable-rate mortgage. Or interest-only mortgages. Balloon payments. Every time they want to go on vacation or buy some stupid ass snowmobile or other piece of crap they've convinced themselves they can't live without they go take out their 29th home equity loan. Everybody's so caught up in keeping up with the Joneses that they're willing to sacrifice financial security for it. Millions of people are living paycheck to paycheck in a giant house of cards, paying off one credit card with another and stupid $h! like that. What happens you get hurt and can't work for six months and you have zero savings and suddenly can't make the payments on the his & hers Yukon Denalis and the 55-inch plasma TVs and the motorcycles? Then what? Thirty years ago, people weren't nearly as retarded. Thirty years ago, dad could go to work at one job, mom could afford to stay home and watch the kids if she so chose, and everybody had enough to eat and a roof over their head and if you socked away a little each month the family was able to go on vacation for a week or two. What was their secret? Working with what they had! Mom had a Chevy or Oldsmobile station wagon and dad drove whatever he had to. Nobody leased anything, nobody traded up every two years, and nobody had 14 motorcycles and ATVs and dirtbikes and snowmobiles. There was one television in the house, and there wasn't 11,000 channels to watch (if there's anything I'm certain of in my life, it's that nowadays most people would rather starve than go without cable TV). People ate at home, together, at the dinner table every night *GASP* instead of going out five nights a week at 20 bucks a head. Mom and dad each had one credit card which barely ever came out of their wallet. People need to take a look around and get back to basics.

Yep, transmission and axles are the same, brakes are also the same. Some fundamental suspension components are the same, but beyond that, you're right. It's a completely different car. That's why scoring a parts car was so incredibly helpful. Camino: plans at this point are to give it a major freshening-up; basically a frame-on restoration. But as time draws near to that crucial point where everything's taken apart, who knows? I might decide I can't live without the top of the frame being painted and the body could come off briefly for that purpose after all!

Before or after you split a bag of heroin with her? She's nasty, dude!

With all the riced-out Hondas around here that outnumber socially acceptable cars a million to one, I have to say that "Lambo Doors" and "Reality" strike my funny bone the most.

What's really crazy is all the old little $h!boxes coming out of the woodwork. I see Ford Festivas and Hyundai Excels and Mitsubishi/Dodge Colts and $h! with almost the same frequency as when they were new.

I knew plenty of 'em, but unfortunately they're all the ones people already knew. Here's what I can contribute/confirm: Column 9 (top)- Aerosmith- Just Push Play Column 10 (bottom)- Asia- Asia Column 12 (bottom)- Journey- FRONTIERS (not Escape; Escape has their scarab symbol thingy breaking out of some funky glass orb, remember?) Column 17 (middle)- Don Henley- Building the Perfect Beast

STOP TEMPTING ME!!!!!!!

Lame! I was hoping the phone number would be in the ad so I could call and ask about it.

Fantastic news! Press maximum charges and make them pay for every single cent of what the car needs to be back to 100 percent!

The worst possible cross of a Honda Ridgeline and a Lincoln Blackwood. Yeesh. The hood might be fun for shuffleboard, though.

Barbie couldn't afford much after the divorce, I guess.

I must confess that I could not resist one night and floored my '67 from a dead stop; she spins tires on dry pavement just fine :AH-HA_wink:

Then find one that's beat to hell and make it RWD like Cadillac should have. $h!, if Jay Leno can take a '66 Toronado and throw everything that made it a Toronado in the trash, then certainly you could do it to the car that did it SECOND. I've often thought about finding one that was beat to death and turning one into a sick mud buggy. It would have to be straight (i.e. not whalloped to the point of being structurally compromised and never fixed properly like my parts car), but rotted would be fine. The more incomplete otherwise, the better. A rotted out roller with absolutely no interior would be ideal, so there would be no question that the car could never go back together properly without being severely cost-prohibitive. Something about reviving a body that someone thought was too far gone to save and putting it on a K30 chassis just sounds like so much fun!

She's a beauty! The interior especially is quite interesting. I'd love to have 'em all if I could, but I can't. Maybe YOU should buy it!

You made the right decision. The kid will definitely be fine if he doesn't show up to prom in the best car. I think any parent that loans their kid a nice car for prom is an idiot, honestly, as more than a few have come back on the backs of flatbeds and resulted in late-night hospital visits. Do you know anybody with a nice old car that could volunteer to be his chauffeur for the evening so that while you can't personally contribute with your vehicle, you can at least hook him up with a cool ride? Maybe you could front him some dough for a limousine in exchange for some yard work and keeping your cars clean, etc?

My deepest condolences to you and the rest of your family, bro.

Totally agree. Cars like this: are why hoodrats need to be issued lifetime universal bus passes from the federal government.

I'd love to save the Cadillac wagon, too bad a falling US dollar plus rising fuel costs equals ridiculous shipping costs. It'd probably cost me more to get the car up here than what I'd pay for it. Much as I hate to see nice old American cars leave the country, I hope some crazy Swede buys it because American cars are treated like gold over there and the most mundane things are restored to concours-quality standards.

I'm all for a road trip if it means saving yet another awesome car from dying at the hands of the mentally challenged.

How about you stop being retarded, leave the keys and title on the seat, and let some worthless member of society (me) "steal" it one night if you want the damn thing gone so bad? Hundred bucks in it for you. I'm serious.

I'm about ready to go down to Florida and f@#king steal it just because I hate people like that so much. I'd rather have to replace a driver's side window than piece the whole car back together.

Or leave the engine and transmission in and try to sell it for $5500 because it's THE LAST OF THE TRUE BIG BLOCK MUSCLE CARS when the car in question is like a '79 Mercury Colony Park station wagon because retards think anything with more than six cylinders is a "muscle car" and have no idea what "big block" means.

Does it anger anybody else that the poster of the one-owner 1975 Cadillac Fleetwood station wagon proudly announces in the description that he's going to rip the engine out of the car and put it in a f@#king worthless piece of $h! Florida redneck airboat before you can buy it? They made probably no more than six of these, and this is the one he chooses to be a heart donor for his turdboat? You mean to tell me that out in geriatric paradise he can't find some beat up Sedan DeVille that will yield the same result? Ass.