Backfire
Seems like all the buzz lately has been that the younger folks aren’t interested in old cars and our hobby is dying. Our grandson Drew (“The Drewster”) just turned four and got a new “cool ride” for his birthday. Now that he’s stylin’, he decided he’d do a little work on his truck to get it up to snuff. I think our hobby is going to be just fine.
Brad and Patti Merriman
Via email
What a nice surprise I found on page 32 of the November issue of Hemmings: that big gold air cleaner with those magic words “Electronic Fuel Injection” looking back at me. My best friend’s grandfather bought a Cadillac new in 1977, and used it as a summer car to drive to the cottage until around 1995.
During the winter months, the navy blue Seville slept in its own garage, locked up and waiting for next summer’s cottage trips. When my friend and I were around 16 years old, we would sneak over, unlock the garage, and take the Caddy out for some fun. Thankfully, the grandparents were gone on winter vacation for a few months, giving us ample time to return the car and fix any issue that arose. The trick to waking this frozen beast in a Winnipeg winter was getting the engine to spin over
