Dragging out a 1970 Cadillac sedan from a field in Minnesota where it’d been sinking into the earth under the weight of it’s bulk is a fairly easy concept to understand. Cadillacs from that time period were the ultimate overkill, back when Cadillac wasn’t trying to sell to everybody on the block but instead were trying to sell to those who could afford the opulence. If you were legitimately rolling in a Cadillac, you didn’t just make it, you made it, you patented it, and you had the trademark on it for years to come, with all profits entering your bank account. Seeing one burrowing into the earth is an undignified sight at best and saving it from that fate…okay, we understand at least. But be fair about it…this car did sit in a field for years. The rear footwells have a freaking tide mark on the carpet from the water that pooled up. The smell…I’ve got an idea what that must be like and I’m pretty sure that I’m still nowhere near close to the gag-worthiness of it. Mold, wet dog, mustiness, eau du rodent and other rank combinations come together in one Costco-sized perfume dispenser. No bueno.
With the help of Miss Jessica, Derek is taking on the biggest problem head-on: the carpet. It’s not going to get rid of all of the smell, but it’s a damn good place to start. Knowing that at one point Lake DeVille was going on near the backseat, it’s safe to say that there is no way the original carpeting is salvageable. Everybody will breathe better knowing that a quarter-acre of GM-spec black carpeting and about five residual gallons of water are no longer fermenting in the interior. Maybe a guy might come upon a pleasant surprise…sheetmetal that’s stronger than a cookie would be a nice start…and decide that the Caddy should be the new family sled.
Come on BMT…you and your buddies would take this Caddy to the Cracker B or Piggly W at any “beer 30” moment.