You know the routine. ’70s Cadillac. Klockau sees. Klockau goes nuts. And proceeds to do a quickie post. So here we go! I’ve always loved the 1970 Cadillacs. This is largely due to a classmate in my early elementary school years, whose mom had a faded but still excellent gold 1970 Fleetwood Brougham with white…
NOTE: Here’s one of the last columns I did for the Curbside Prune. My God, was that only eight years ago? Seems like twenty, ha ha! -TK Yes. Four Hundred Thirty Five horsepower. Wow. That is only 15 horses shy of the 2001 Dodge Viper my mother once owned. And, I mean, it was a…
So spur of the moment I decided to go up to the lake since my folks were going to be visiting friends the next couple days. Yesterday was great and I was hoping Saturday would be the same. But of course, Mother Nature, seeing me heading northeast on Highway 52, said “Screw you Klockau!”
Reviewing your own cars is usually a big no-no. When a person plunks down their own hard-earned cash, it makes things personal. And when things are personal for a reviewer, there are usually just two outcomes. They either love their car with all their heart or they hate it with such a passion that…
It would be dramatic to call it a nadir, but that moment seven weeks ago where I found myself fish-flopped over a Galapagos-ish boulder on Angel Fire Mountain’s “Hungry Hippo” trail — very recently unemployed, attempting to continue a vacation with my son despite said unemployment while also freaking out about how I was going…
“Geez, Klockau, another one? Already?” Yes! I can’t hold back and I can’t help it. There I was, lunchtime today, innocently checking out Facebook and my friend Dustin Carpenter sent me a link. To this majestic Continental.
I don’t need to tell you I love the Nimitz Class 1971-76 GM B- and C-body land cruisers. But I’m especially enamored of the 1975-76 Pontiac Bonneville, Bonneville Brougham and Grand Ville Brougham.
So today the office closed at 1 PM, as usual on Fridays. It was kind of cloudy, so I wasn’t going to camp out on my postage stamp deck and read a novel with a couple gin and tonics.
OK, I know I did that writeup of the ’70 Toronado GT recently, but since then, I keep running across nice ones for sale. And forwarding them to pal Jayson Coombes, who kind of wants one now since his visit to the Olds Club of America show where the ’70 was residing.
