These guys don’t mess about. They live and breathe automotive Americana; they know it inside out. So when a car as rare as mine in acceptable condition hit the feed, all hell broke loose. I had eight people after it within two days, and by the third, a chap said he’d buy it unseen if I drove it to him as proof that it could handle a stop-start journey across London to his home in Enfield.
I was almost sad. In fact, I almost said ‘no, you can’t have it’. But then it hit me like a poorly executed Elvis cover: this was too good an opportunity to miss – mainly because I’d advertised it at £500 more than I’d bought it for.
Well, I’d advertised it at that, but I thought I should probably take it in to have its sticky footbrake and faulty climate control looked at, just in case somebody as unhinged as I fancied kicking the tyres. It went back to Glenn and the diagnosis wasn’t good - the footbrake was sorted but the climate control would require a full assessment by an automotive electrician. The face Glenn made when I asked how much that might cost was unnerving.
The trouble was, I already had eight people interested, including the ‘buy unseen’ chap. So, I knocked a couple of hundred off the price, he was happy and the job was a good’un. It made it to Enfield, the look on the chap’s face was one of sheer delight, and the one on mine outdid that as he put cash in my hand that still added up to more than I’d bought the Caddy for last year.
More than I’d bought it for, yes, but not more than I have spent in total. Oh no, no, no. But hey, it has been a thoroughly enjoyable experience, and what was a fairly off-the-cuff purchase has actually turned into a genuine interest in American cars and a promise to myself that I’ll run more. It has also convinced me that the V8 engine is probably my favourite of all the engines. Having said that, a V10 is quite nice...
Anyhow, I have exciting news: I have bought another. No no, come back, no not another Cadillac, but another V8. So, if you’ll have me back, this blog will be hanging its chaps by the door and exiting to a world of leather briefcases, massive mobile phones and baggy suits. More in due course. Hopefully.
Part 5 - 18/1/18
You thought I'd gone away, didn't you? Well, I'm afraid not. The Seville is still alive, and it has spluttered into 2018 looking better than it did in 2017 - albeit only slightly.
There has been progress both inside and out, beginning with its roof, which has finally had a decent clean. I toyed with various different products, but in the end I went for Auto Glym's soft top cleaner and protector kit, which is really designed for cabriolets. After loosening the dirt with a cloth, wetting the whole roof and spraying on the cleaner, it was just a case of rubbing it down with the supplied sponge. A quick hose down revealed almost all of the lichen was gone, and where there had been bird muck there were no stains. Its beautiful maroon colour was still intact, too. Result.