Oh, my lord. A 1967 Cadillac is a jaw-dropper for many reasons on it’s own. Long, low, with the aggressive lines of a car brand that could do no wrong, the lines of a brand that knew without a doubt that they were considered the pinnacle of the American Dream. As a red convertible, you weren’t just flaunting your wealth, you were showing it off in the middle of the street with both middle fingers in the air. For 1967, if you wanted your neighbors to look at your driveway in genuine envy, a big red Cadillac was the way to go.
Over fifty years later, and parked on a Chevrolet K10 chassis, that same Cadillac is a different kind of statement. With a body that loudly and proudly wears it’s scars, a front bash bar made out of…is that a streetlamp post?!…and Super Swampers, that Cadillac that was once the bastion of prestige and wealth is now raunchier, even more unrepentant. This isn’t wealth, this is what you do with your pocket of cash on a Friday night. Yeah, you’ve got a Caddy, but you’ve also got four of your friends along with you as you roost mud from here to the Chickasaw County line before you park with the other trucks at the bonfire and start slamming back cold ones. It’s large, it’s obscene, and just for those reasons…it’s bad ass.
Jacob Davis has decided that this big sum’bitch here needs to go on the Vague Industries’ Death Wish Mud Buggy Adventure. With a name like that, this Trar deVille will fit in just fine. Check it out!
