My first, ever car was a 1974 Cadillac sedan deville. It was my second year over in the states and I had just passed my driving test. Considering that I almost got run down by a car my first week over there makes this look like a miracle. I had looked the wrong way before crossing the road. The language coming from the driver who swerved to avoid me, I’ll never forget. Then he was gone and I was left standing there, dumbfounded.
I remember, Doug, my pastor from the Free-Methodist Church we attended laughing his arse off. I rang him almost immediately after getting my Cadillac; I couldn’t wait to go and show it off to him. “Couldn’t you have found a bigger car, Kev?” He almost doubled over as I pulled up outside the church. He put his arm around me when I got out, still laughing and half bent over.
It was something of a novelty seeing an Englishman driving an old cadillac that was bigger than his house. Doug wasn’t the only one who laughed and patted me on the back. “You crease me up!” They would say, and they meant it.
The following pic with the teeny tiny house in the back that looks about half as big as my car, that was the first house my first wife and I rented in Bowling Green after we left the apartment complex where we initially lived together for a very short while. 😀
The next two pictures are where I lived when I first immigrated. It is a twin apartment complex called, The Towers. The second is of an US Mail Jeep…I had never seen the like before and just had to have a photo of it. 🙂
Our first big outing was a trip to Cincinnati, Ohio. It was just a road trip for me to get used to the car. About 180 miles distance. Morning view, KY is just outside of Ohio. It’s a beautiful drive, hence the pics. I flew into Cincinnati Airport when I immigrated the previous year and wanted to get a feel of how far away it was, without the jet lag.
The Car drove like a dream. It had automatic trans, cruise control, air conditioning (I’d never even heard of cruise control or air-conditioning back then) and it was total luxury inside. I had the car for several years, and despite the many repairs, I’ve never loved a car as much as I loved that old Cadillac.