Dad bought a new Cadillac Eldorado convertible in 1976. GM touted it as the last of the big droptops, a majestic parting shot seemingly designed to transport prom queens, grand marshals, and Boss Hogg types into an increasingly *dystopian, gas-rationed future. Dressed in triple red with every option, including fuel injection, automatic high-beams, power everything, […]
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