C Carl

To the minute, 24 hours have passed. While we are sending unloved orphan manuals, I would like to grab that old P.A. manual at your give away price too. Any other Nickel era paper, please ? - Carl

Hey there, v12’ : Always good to give location. Particularly when relatively bulky or heavy shipping will be a factor. If you are handy with a computer, Greyhound becomes an inexpensive terminal to terminal shipping solution. Tires in particular ride better for less. The computer will give instructions, and then you print out the shipping label yourself. For fitting the size limits, wrap bite size 2 tire packages. No real effort needed, I just go round and round with transparent shipping wrap. Where at then ? - CC

Hi Ken, First, keep on posting the fun pictures just for the fun of it ! Thanks ! And now, since you have asked for thoughts, I’ll give you a few of mine. FWIW, while we are waiting for the REAL experts here to give some worthwhile advice, I will just have to offer a little logic in the meantime. A fundamental basis for your diagnosis and Rx is what your “gano filter caught after three hundred miles of operation!”. BUT, (and this is a pretty BIG but), the deposition rate over all those miles is totally unknown. Most likely , from what I can see, 90 some percent of that crud could have been leftover “crumbs” or other low hanging fruit. Maybe caught in the first 5 or 10 miles. Drive it another few hundred miles, and check again. That will give you solid evidence upon which to base a meaningful statistical extrapolation. The other reason for a repeat is to continue a “mud analysis”. Very muddy water from the block drain does mean something, but again we can’t really determine WHAT from a short sentence at a long distance from from your efforts. While we wait for more valuable input, water-up and put some more wonderful fun miles on your delightful car. Filter crud and block drain mud at next drain could give us a meaningful basis to determine whether more aggressive and time consuming effort on your part is warranted. Also the preparation for lay-up can be more efficiently and effectively done. I hope my point of view helps. In any case , please keep us in the loop with pictures from the road ! - Carl

You’re the boss, Pete. Sounds reasonable to me. Thanks, - Carl

Wazzamatterwichoozeguys ? Hey I’m warning you Auburn people for the first and last time : I am going to buy this manual just because I have a different make 1927 car. Would be cool to compare. You can’t find an original manual for this price. Unless you have an Auburn, (thus need this more than I do), this manual is mine. plk, if you don’t get that Auburn owner, and are willing to sell to the owner of a 1927 Cadillac, please put me in first position for this bargain if it does not go to a higher Auburn purpose. In other words, they actually must have an Auburn to bump me. O.K. ? I figure the hosses have been lead to water. If they won’t drink, I will. - Carl, Please send P.M. if or when you deem appropriate. Thank you.

I like it, Dan. I’ll send you an email and take it. Thanks, - Carl

You would understand why if you lived out here in the “Domain of Dampness and Gloom “. Yes, here in the wet side of the Pacific Northwest, our Summers are among , if not THE greatest in the world. Trouble is, Summer usually does not last very long. Summer of ‘71 lasted 18 days. Next year was fantastic at an unusually long 5 months ! Conversely, California has done an incredibly successful job in cleaning the smoke out of the valley. I worked at Pacific Airmotive , across the runway from Lockheed’s “Skunkworks” at the Hollywood-Burbank airport back in the late ‘60s. Smog, REAL smog, made much of the area uninhabitable from the point of view of many, this fresh-from-the-woods , hick-town, rainwashed, country boy included. With the decades-long successful environmental clean-up, I sure wish I had bought a piece of California back 30+ years ago during the last real estate bust. No Californian appreciates home so much as the temporary transplant who returns back down South to get warm and dry out. California Dreaming, - Cadillac Carl

Used to be , often you could drop in and get a reservation for later in the day across the street. No admission change. Yeah, in addition to all the cars, the “music boxes” are amazing too. I seem to remember a mechanical string quartet. - Carl

Hi John, This is a Motometer which was an accessory temperature gauge on the radiator of many cars in the ‘teens and ‘20s. I don’t know anything about pricing so I can’t help you there. Here is a picture of one in operation on my 1927 Cadillac. You can barely see that the operating temperature is right on the mark at the horizontal line. This is climbing a fairly steep grade, outside temperature in the mid 90s. Cadillacs of the period ran cool. If you have overheating problems with one, something is very wrong. Start with having the radiator checked by someone who really knows old radiators. This car was overheating when I got it. About $1,100 later , it now runs cool. - Carl

That was indeed my first thought. I scratched that for the u-bolt clamp. I think for that purpose the other half of the clamp would also have been a casting. Surprising loads imparted by a heavy spare hanging well aft of the rear axle. - Carl

Hello Nicolas ! I did not realize how to find multiple word phrases for a long time. What you must do is put quotation marks around the phrase. Just putting metal stitching will not work. “metal stitching” gives 74 results. A little over 20 years ago I spent about a month and a half in Chile. My main purpose was my involvement with my astronomical hobby, and I brought a fairly large telescope and two friends. We had a really fantastic time visiting research observatories, meeting Chilean amateur and professional astronomers, and exploring the whole arid Chilean coast in a rented car. It was a real trip of a lifetime. Poor health in my old age would make this totally impossible now. The driving for me was exceptional. The sterile, lifeless parts of the Atacama look just like some of the pictures we see from Mars. I have been having road adventures over much of Latin America beginning in 1954 , riding with my parents through Mexico when I was ten years old. I have spent years living in, working in, and driving in our Southern neighbors. Driving in Chile was unique for me. I had been warned not to speed EVER in Chile. The consequences if caught wold be SEVERE. A foreigner could have to spend a huge amount time and money before being allowed to leave Chile. Oncoming vehicles would flash their lights to warn of “speed traps” ahead. Well, those of you who know me, know that I drove very fast and aggressively when I was young and able. I was driving with a friend who had lived in Chile, and knew how things were very well. He had begged me not to speed, saying if I was caught, that would be the end of our vacation, and I would have an extremely unpleasant cross-cultural experience. Naturally, I got caught. An oncoming “Doppler cop” got me. My friend sternly warned me not to compound the serious trouble I was in by trying to bribe the police. That is what I usually do in such situations. I have done a lot of driving in Costa Rica. It is the only other country where I don’t dare try to bribe my way out of things. But I got EXTREMELY LUCKY !!!!! I used my “stupid gringo” technique. It was the only hope I had. I speak Spanish fluently, and always know what the police are asking me. But if I pretend to be ignorant, speaking very limited broken Spanish with a horrible gringo accent , I can continuously confuse and frustrate my way out of trouble. This is not easy, and must not be tried by anyone who does not have rather advanced proficiency with the Spanish language, and a sophisticated level of cultural awareness. Sadly, this technique would not work for you. Neither would it work for a gringo who actually IS stupid. “Stupid gringo “ is a GREAT ACT ! A good game if you play it right. As I said, I got lucky again that time. I only wish I could try it at home 😉. Nicolas, where in Chile do you live ? I wonder how and where you guys move your fast cars at speed. Doing what I did could not have worked forever . Eventually, somewhere, I suppose I could have been pulled over by a cop who spoke English well. Mucho miedo. - Carl, (El Cadillaquero)

I never got to meet him during his all too short life. Walter Miller was such a good friend to so many. A green Cadillac of his was featured in the Cadillac and LaSalle Club magazine, “The Self Starter” , January , 2011. Did any of you, his friends , also know this old Cadillac ? You may have to click into high resolution to read the entertaining article Walter wrote :

Hi Dave, Are you still in Van Wert, Ohio, 45891 ? Always a good idea to include location when selling, particularly with heavy, bulky cash and carry parts. - Carl

Thanks guys for all the wonderful music making today so special ! As I start writing this, St. Patrick still holds the day for another 1/2 hour on the Pacific side. Many a “Danny Boy” have we all heard. Closing in on 40 years ago, my crew and I had to work on Christmas Eve. Didn’t seem right to me. So I offered all my guys a drink at our neighborhood dive bar. Our short party ended with the customary daily payroll obligations taking place at 8:30 AM. The day was short, but the pay was not. The dive is a REAL dive , and serves several shifts between 6:00 AM and the following 2:00 AM. Naturally , by 8:30 AM, First Shift is no less than half-crocked. Inebriate, totally unknown to me, (if I were to have had a regular shift there, it would have been 4th or 5th), was dressed as I presumed Dr. Livingston would have been. Right down to a pith helmet , white to match his linen suit. Half-crocked doc breaks into “Danny Boy” while standing at the bar !! And he did a very good job of it ! This , by way of my favorite “Danny Boy” : Please check out Eva Cassidy’s presentation. Poor dear girl. Taken far too young. She would not quite be 60 today. - O’Cadillac Carl, 11:54 PM , PDT March 17, 2021 P.S. I just realized that in my haste to post before many of us lost our annual honorary Irish status, I neglected to include any automotive content. The aforementioned Seattle dive bar in the mid-Greenwood neighborhood is the Baranoff. Anyone familiar with that place will confirm its diveliness. Every Summer there is the Greenwood Car Show along several of blocks there, and that stretch includes the Baranoff. I used to be able to walk the show in each direction. I must admit that I have walked out of the Baranoff, still having enough sense to walk, rather than drive my car, home. Oh, and thanks to my true Irish citizen friend Pat Dolan who rents me the garage where I used to store my ‘24 Cadillac. You all have seen a number of pictures taken there. It was Pat who introduced me to Eva Cassidy’s “Danny Boy”. I hope all of you enjoy Eva as Pat and I do. - CC My oft-posted picture of the’24 in Pat’s driveway. Not a green car, but then again it is now March 18.

Whew ! Just barely got in on time :

Well HELLO AGAIN Kara ! I am certain I speak for each and every member here when I say how delighted we are to have found a new member in you ! Welcome !! You are now one of us to our mutual benefit . Perhaps , by way of apology, I should explain a certain antagonizing syndrome , you might call it the “Fly by night phantom” , or to quote a famous 12 string blues/folk master, he said : anyone ask you , who wrote this song, you tell ‘em Huddie Leadbelly “done been heeeere and gone”, a disappearing interloper who in this case leaves us with neither song nor dance. They come and stimulate vast amounts of detailed help, and then without so much as a thank you, they melt away never to return. We never know if our efforts just fell on deaf ears, or perhaps something terrible has happened to a new friend. I once spent in excess of 100 hours helping a fellow to find a particular Cadillac in California, only to come to a mysterious end of conversation. Impolite, or inconsiderate at best, predatory sociopath at worst. So yes , there is a kind of sensitivity around this camp. I will conclude this paragraph to ask forgiveness on behalf of us all. Now I am happy to offer a certain point of view many in the hobby are coming around to. I recommend this to you. This is the “Barn find appreciation society “, for lack of a better term. Two subsets reside therin. One gets the old mess “running well but looking like hell”. They leave all the dust, dirt and bird hooey, maybe even a touch of rat , raccoon and mouse too. 🐀🐁😖. Only the most hard-core barnfinder would operate at that extreme level. Please don’t include me in that fanatic sect, or cult. My type of subset prefers to get the old car running as best it can within reason, and looking the best it can while preserving whatever of the original finish and features remaining. There is an appreciation society for this attitude. Awards are given in a special class called HPOF. Historical Preservation of Original Features. I have two HPOF unrestored original cars, 1924 and 1927 Cadillacs. They run very well, too. I just purchased another 1924 Cadillac from the original owners granddaughter. Bought it by remote control without any ability to determine its mechanical condition. Here you see a couple pictures of the old car. It is better preserved than your P.A. , and the interior may well clean up into a no apologies impressive original condition. But the effort to make it run , and run well is totally unknown. For comparison, FWIW, I paid $6000 taking a bit of a gamble. If the engine can be made to run well without needing a lot of time, money, and effort, I get to enjoy a sigh of relief and pay a bonus. I most certainly hope to get to pay the granddaughter more $. At my old age and declining poor health, I don’t need any projects at all. I fell into a late in life love affair with the questionable old Cad, but fallback sad position would be as a parts car. I would really hate to do it, because this is the type of labor of love which could resurrect another sleeping beauty of a respected HPOF reference standard vehicle. If getting this type of car running, which your P.A. also represents, is simply routine, it is worth doing. With luck, it takes more elbow grease than money. Yes , a certain degree of knowledge is needed to properly and thoroughly bring back and clean up what is left of such a car. But you don’t need to be a machinist or mechanical engineer either. Anyone who is still strong and healthy can do it with the help here on AACA forums. If the engine, or more yet, is shot, you have a fairly complete parts car. Unless a person has the facilities and know how to overhaul and totally rebuild such an engine themselves, the cost to do so to an already deteriorated old hulk, is absolutely prohibitive. For a certain helpful perspective, the next picture is my unrestored 1927 Cadillac. It took me over 20 years of searching before I finally found it only 200 miles from home. It was unusually well preserved, and did run, but not very well. Well enough for me to understand what it needed, but it was overheating badly. Deferred maintenance and the need of some metallurgical improvement was fun to rectify. It is presently about half way through a 5000 mile round trip, and awaits victory over the nasty virus in order to come home. I paid $12,000 for it, and put about the same into preparation for long distance , reliable, solo , lone-wolf adventures. One needs confidence born of in depth knowledge of the particular individual car, and the year and make in general of the vehicle. Cell phone, AAA membership at the highest level, and a credit card are among the ten essentials for such driving. The next pictures were taken at a local Club meet. My ‘24 Cad usually draws the most attention at such gatherings. If it were a little more threadbare, you might say “rustic” , it would attract even more. It would scream originality louder than the stunningly well preserved state that it is in. The older Cad limo in the last picture drew more gawkers than did mine. People just find it hard to believe that my old beauty has not been restored at some point. The ‘24 was prepared for transcontinental road trips 30 years ago when I could have done that. It is an open car, a Summer car, making it less comfortable, though more valuable than the ‘27 closed sedan. The ‘27 also has an extremely effective factory heater. For a really beat up old man such as myself, that comfort factor is non-negotiable , thus it is my Winter car. Well then, Kara, I think you see why I needed to know that I had your attention before putting the effort forth to contribute to the massive amount of help available here at your typing fingertips. I have to laboriously tap out with my arthritic thumbs, so I will knock off now. I will close by referencing one of our beloved members who came to us maybe six or seven years ago. Her handle here is Victorialynn2. She lets me call her Vic’, as we all have great admiration for her. She was helping her dad who was afflicted with dementia. He had a lot of cars to be dealt with. She knew very little. But, energetic and extremely communicative, she learned a lot. She plugged on and on eventually earned hands on help , fixing , buying, transporting , and selling the cars from forum guys. She brought a couple cars from her dad’s place in Texas, and now enjoys them at her home in Oregon. I am sure we are all here to help you too. As you get to know us, or even before that, you can use the private message function here , and can set up phone calls to help out. You might just find some of that hands on help available not far from you. I am in Washington State. Where are you ? ‘Round here I am known as : - Cadillac Carl. Pleasure to get to know you.

Carfax can be extremely deficient, which can give a false sense of security in car transactions. If someone doesn’t enter service, or repairs done, carfax will not have a clue. Of course titling records will be noted, as well as proper dealer service. Accident damage can go unreported , thus avoiding a branded title, and therefore, Carfax will not know. This afternoon we are having another “True Confessions” session. So I have to admit breaking quite a number of cardinal rules once in favor of the “Fax”. Bought a car I was looking for at night, in the rain , in a hurry. Never needed to relate to a service like Carfax before. Figured I must under the unusual conditions that night. Carfax blessed it, and I was ignorant. Took an expensive lesson from that one year only, (in ‘93 the torquey, more durable 4.9 was replaced by the N’star in the TCs. Also making it’s debut for ‘93 , was the 4T80E trans. Very fine box performance wise, but sure has its own reliability issues), ‘92 Eldorado Touring Coupe. I had recently bought one for my kid, and NEEDED one for myself after driving that perfect one home. Bought that one the old fashioned way on personal inspection and test driving in the dry daylight. I wish I had never heard of Carfax. Once was too much for me. I have happily bought plenty a car the old way for many decades. - C Carl

Hi there Kara ! Are you still with us ? I would add more if I was sure it would be read. - Carl

‘36 Cads are unique in certain aspects, making their restoration more difficult. All ‘36s have the very first monoblock V8 for Cadillac, all had a one year only version at 322 cubes. LaSalle would continue a 322 small bore as Cadillac went to 346. ‘37s have a one-year unique differential which is devilishly difficult to work on. There is no compatible plug in replacement available at all. Of course there is no automotive problem that can not be solved if money is no object. This potential Achilles heel and the expensive replacement solution must be factored in if someone intends to save the “soul” of a ‘37 and transplant a later OHV big block Cad engine. One of these things, (and this rare impressive body style particularly), would make a wonderful long distance cruiser with a big block Cad engine. A low compression , (1971-1976), 472 or 500, or the then all-new 425 of 1977-1979. As long as money being no limit, the big OHV conversion could include the extensive machine work to include a manual floorshift trans. I particularly love ‘37s, and if I still had my money, I could see having such a modernized one. It would have the air conditioning which came on the big more modern mill, and my frail old self would enjoy driving anywhere at any time or season. I would do the manual trans option, and as long as the car would have to generate a substantial machine shop bill, the “frail tail” of the stock ‘37 would no longer be an issue. As I said , if my mother had not stolen my millions to go gambling, I might even consider this soul less victim of an ill advised heart transplant from another species. Making it a Cadillac again would be a noble effort. I suppose there would be another target for my passion for ‘37 Cads. That would be the Mannix, (MGM) ‘37 V16. Remember when that insurance guy in Texas posted it for sale in OCW ? About 30 years or so ago for $50,000. Of course I called only to hear a drawl : “First guy to call bought it.” I did see it shortly after that. TWB IV had it in Scottsdale for $225,000. Last saw it at Volo, being flogged for an Indiana owner. I believe only 52 ‘37 V16s were built. The last of the OHV V16s, and the only year for juice brakes on those complex road locomotives. The Mannix was an unrestored original with something like 32,000 miles, and I crave the elegance of luxuriously appointed old closed cars. Hmmmmm................ Too much cryin’ over spilt milk. I have googled it up from time to time. I think I will torment myself by doing so right now.............. - Carl.

Johnny Law was looking for a guy who called himself “Ted” who was driving a yellow VW Beetle up here in Washington State. Had a canoe tied up top. And to make it even harder to find, the A-hole also did have a broken arm in a cast. That sure must have made it blend in with ALL of those other tens of thousands of cool cats running around with arms cast and thusly slinget. But this was before amber alerts. Now look : if this monster had been committing extremely serious crimes, how difficult would it be to find something that conspicuous ? Especially since the P.O.S. actually WAS named Ted. Really was using its real name while starting a career of horrific mass murders. You remember it from almost 50 years ago. Last name was Bundy. Corner to corner of the USA went this slick talking , walking turd disguised as a human being in mans clothing, from N.W. to S.E. Killing innocent young ladies as it went. At LONG last , THAT thing was finally captured in Florida, and earned a “blind date” with a “gal” named “Sparky”. A lot of you, my friends, know me as the meek, mild-mannered road runner, a bit shy and withdrawn. Often solo “lone wolfing” the lonely but lovely far flung highways and byways with REAL anonymity, hardly warranting a look, much less a second one. It would be my VEHICLES, (most likely even more unusual than a yellow VW Beetle with a canoe on top being driven by something much more noticeable than the infamous “one armed man” of “Fugitive” fame. After all , O.A.M. was prostheticized, blending into apparent unamputated normalcy), yes, my vehicles rather than myself would and do stick out. I don’t. But, BUT, give me a phone booth into which I can quickly and discretely change to my “Instigatorman” persona, a totally shameless provocateur knowing very few bounds. It was with intent to provoke a meaningful discussion regarding the late date of esteemed Sparky, as I approached Stark, FL, home of dear Sparky who is doing a life sentence residing in the Florida State Penitentiary there. I was on one of my long distance road adventures, and deliberately routed myself via Stark. I saw a phone booth at a gas station. In went the meek and mild, and out came the wild : “INSTIGATORMAN” !!!!! Standing in line to pre-pay the gasoline, the instigator instigated a bit of a hub-bub concerning the “chair” and its most vile and renowned “fryee”. As luck would have it, standing in line behind the prominently vocal “I-man”, was a guard, an employee, a prison guard at the state lockup there in Stark ! Let ME tell YOU about a “meaningful discussion”. The guard knew Ted, and knew him well. Said that bastard was the most frightening thing he had ever met. Off-scale manipulative, in a class of its own. Guard said he lived in fear that this inhumanly persuasive vicious monster might talk him OUT OF HIS GUN !!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Sincerely yours, - Instigatorman, a.k.a. - Cadillac Carl P.S. Please don’t get me started on another one of Washington’s Most Wanted who was known as the Green River Killer. It and its unique truck had been known by local police for years, and had been identified by some girls who had escaped from it. It was a painter at Kenworth Truck here. I had a very good friend who was a mechanic there. The guys who worked with it had given the painter a nickname : “Green River Gary” . Finally the cops arrested the mass murderer, but in G.R. Gary’s case it was not killing young college girls. G.R. was just knocking off poor , scramble minded streetwalkers. You just never know who you might meet when cruising on down the road. Every now and a rare again, it might not end well. - CC

Hi Mr. D.G. Brown ! Thank you for sharing some of your family’s automotive history and photo album. I guess I could say too bad the senator did not exercise the tradition of passing his car(s) on to his chauffeur, so that he, in turn, could have passed the family treasures on to his grandson ! - Carl

Hi Marty ! I love members anecdotes from road days of yore. Particularly enjoy your sharing of road adventures right up to present days ! Wanted to say that way back in the early-mid ‘60s, my experience with the wonderful world of Continental imports consisted of a ‘59 Peugeot 403. Talk about a European “datemobile” !!! Major league hitters with a pretty good batting average just loved the reclining seats. She and I have fond memories of that dark blue sedan, albeit dim and distant. I recall that the car was fun even when it was NOT parked, too. - Carl

Top O’ the morning, Jack ! Seek shelter, here comes the almost eternal rain. I have been in Ellensburg for a month, and now temporarily on the West side in Seattle. Got the J&J virus shot at U.W. Med. yesterday 😊. Your spectacular example of the Nickel Era cars should never end up on it’s side or top ! - Carl

Well, if automotive, more songs are about Cadillacs than all other cars combined by a factor of several to one. But then, of course, there is Ike Turner, “Rocket 88” or Chuck Berry “You Can’t Catch Me”. Every time I hear that one it always slays me. That “Brand New Airmobile” of his !!! “So I let out my wings, and I blowed my horn, said ‘Bye bye New Jersey I become airborne”. Yeah, “Gone like a cool breeze”, indeed !! I am lucky to be old enough to have gone to see and hear Ike with Tina and the Ikettes over 50 years ago. Got to catch Chuck , too, and see him do the “Duck Walk”. Very few people know who Clifford Jackson was. Stride piano. I met him in a small club in Manhattan way back then. Powerful left hand. Big regret that I never heard the Howlin’ Wolf at Zanzibar, or Roosevelt Sykes back home. My friend Hillbilly Willy and I did catch Sunnyland Slim at The “Chicago Blues” club up about 26-2700 block on N. Halststead on my way to pick up my ‘24 Cad in Eastern Ohio back in June of ‘90. So I play stuff like that, and am a life member of the “Puget Sound Traditional Jazz Society”. Jazz from the Jazz Age, like the Jazz Age Cadillacs I drive. Listening out on the road often includes saxmen Lester Young and Ben Webster. For a little infusion of the Spirit of The Lord, more often than not it will be Rev. Brother Claude Jeeter and his fantastic falsetto along with the Swan Silvertones. I’ve got Sirius satellite radio in my Mercedes E550, and yer good old Grateful Dead often entertain me. Sometimes with tapes of concerts I attended. And speaking of “Airmobiles”, I have mentioned before, for you aviation fans, the late aforementioned Jan Berry’s father, Bill, was an engineer for Howard Huges. He was aboard the flight of the “Spruce Goose” that day in Long Beach. - C Carl P.S. Hey John : looks like I was on the same frequency as you while tappin’ out the long form while you were working on the short form. Simultaneous flashback. - CC

Going on ancient memories floating around in an ancient mind : Back when 91 octane was 80-90 cents/ gal. maybe 20-25 years ago in L.A. you could get 100 or 110 octane if you knew where it was. Had to pump it into a container first, unless you were on very friendly terms with the “pump”. I treated my 10.0:1 compression ratio ‘70 CDV to a tankful, it was $5.00/gal for 100 back then, but that old Cad had never run so well. If you were one of the most fortunate car guys with a fortune and car collection to reflect that , you could get up to 127 octane gasoline for your 13.0:1 Ferrari. I just can’t remember what 127 cost, I never bought any, nor, unfortunately, did I have a car which needed it. Maybe it was $10-20/gal at the time, anyone remember ? You can be sure the billionaires who own the right cars are not banging around So. Cal. running on 91. TTR, if you are reading this, you probably know what these high octane fuels are going for these days. I would love to find some 45 octane for my mid-‘20s Cadillacs. Not going to happen any more. - Carl