My niece and nephew are about to have their B’nai Mitzvah. To call this event a ‘gala’ will be like calling Lillith Fair, “a trite affair with a few left-leaning ladies.” Money will be spent aplenty. Ceremonies that are thousands of years old will be performed and honored, and I will have the best time since last year’s demo derby. Even though I live in Georgia, I love coming back ‘home’, and some cars that were truly authentic for their time still give me that same feeling.
I saw this car at an auction only a half hour away from me. 59,000 miles. An exterior as radiant blue as a Smurf’s cartoon, and a little old lady who barely made a crease on the driver’s side. It was perfect New Jersey Mafia kitsch and I gave more than a passing thought towards tuning it up and driving it from North Georgia to Lawn Guyland. A 70’s three piece suit and a trenchcoat for yours truly along with… well I would really need is my old Jersey accent and a trip to a nearby thrift store.
I grew up in a world where these cars were part kings of the road and part minivan. They seated seven (three front, four rear minus one seatbelt) and commanded the respect of union members and OPEC ministers alike. But then there was the exact opposite. The ever collapsible Honda Civic, the light beer sipping Toyota Corona, and my favorite being the youngest of four… the Subaru Brat.
The Brat, like the Sonseed folks, were so corny as to be authentic. I can still remember the B-R-A-T spelled out next to the driver’s door and a bed that looked like the perfect space and depth for a kid’s playpool. The car was also so small that I could easily imagine myself driving the thing. An idea that was not even a remote thought in that Cadillac. These things were death defying and noisy on the interstates. But around town they exuded this cool, almost sporty dorkiness that 80’s cars seem to bring out. Nissan Pulsar. Toyota Celica. Buick Reatta. All those cars today just seem to be so strange… and yet so fun to revisit at the auctions.
I don’t remember the exact year, but there was a model year where the B pillar was somewhat cock-eyed in that the back edge of the front door window frame was a different angle than the front edge of the rear door window frame. It always annoyed me that this was produced, as it detracted from the look of the car. The standard wheelbase models weren’t affected.
Speaking of windows, I’d like to hear from a GM exec back then as to why the back windows only rolled halfway down. More than enough room in the door, it was a deliberate decision that put me off GM cars back then.
@Zackman…Three words… mandated child safety.
Mikey-
Who mandated this feature? An internal GM requirement?
It can’t be a Federal mandate, because you can still buy cars that roll the back windows all the way down.
I don’t remember the exact year, but there was a model year where the B pillar was somewhat cock-eyed in that the back edge of the front door window frame was a different angle than the front edge of the rear door window frame.
That was the distinguishing feature of the Fleetwood. Introduced MY1977 along with this DeVille and forward a few years.
@relton, below: It’s a DeVille with Fleetwood trim. Dad eventually decided on the Electra Limited, but I can remember the brochure even now.
The rear windows did not go all the way down because Cadilac was forced to use a Chevrolet window regulator. If you look at eh Chevrolet versions of these cars, there is not enough room for full glass drop.
There are no regulations about glass drop. Heck, some cars even drop the entire roof as well as all the glass.
The Cadillacs with the odd shaped B pillar were Fleetwood Broughams from about 78-79. This was done to differentiate them from DeVilles. It also means that they have rear disc brakes.
I am surprised that the 77 Fleetwood shown doesn’t have the odd shaped B pillar. Is it possible that this is a DeVille instead of a Fleetwood?
Bob
Ah, memories.
We had a 1978 Sedan DeVille, Silver with Gray cloth. 425 CID of Cadillac’s downsized V-8. 180 bhp of fury. However, it made gobs of torque and had a transmission that shifted as smoothly as an aluminum siding salesman.
The car just oooozed down the freeway, the cruise held a good speed, and the A/C was frosty. A great highway car. My father and I took a trip to visit colleges the summer after my junior year of high school, and the Caddy was the perfect road car for long Interstate slogs. A great time was had by all. I almost stole a Klan rally sign in Alabama, but my dad didn’t want to get killed.
For $4K, this was a steal. I’ve always wanted one, but I’m afraid that actually having the car would ruin my memories.
Aaaah, BRATs…one of my favorite cars. (Might explain why I went out and bought three of them…)
It is true that the bed is a tad small, but the inside is surprisingly big in the Gen 2’s. Must be that Halo twin roof that gives them quite a bit of headroom. I feel much more comfortable in my BRAT than in my wife’s Grand Prix, I hit my head every time I try to get in that thing.
On the other hand, I’m sure passengers might appreciate more room in the BRAT. Anytime I have someone with me, I have to warn them to watch their legs when using reverse.
But for a little commuter car to haul me and whatever stuff I need to haul around town, it is just about perfect. Especially with the bed topper to throw extra stuff in the back.