I remember getting my thumb slammed in the amazingly heavy car door. I'm suprised I still have that digit intact. My favorite memory is my sister, Lisa, driving to high school in it. Once when she drove Donna & me home from school, we sat in the back like we were being chauffered, as usual. When Lisa took the shortcut home, by the railroad tracks, she cut the corner too close and the back 'wing' hit the railroad sign. We were all a little freaked that we had knocked off the wing, but were laughing too hard to care.
All these memories came flooding back as I pushed my Walmart cart to my car yesterday, and, as fate would have it, this Caddie was just pulling into the space right next to me. It was a little pimped out and driven by some nice looking people with tattoos and tank tops, so I started up a conversation with them as they exited the vintage beauty. The gentleman informed me it was a '62, ours was a '59 or '60 I think, but they didn't change the look of cars that often back then. I asked permission to take pictures of the gem, and he was happy to oblidge. I just wish I could have got the happy couple in the shot. So, for those of you who remember 'THE LIMO' this may trigger some memories...
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| Mind you, this one was 10 feet shorter, since it wasn't a limo. |
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| Close up of the 'wings' |
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| Sadly, our limo lacked the fuzzy leopard interior & detailing. |




That is the Lindsay limo! It still lives! I was busting up at the memory of riding in the very back and Lisa clipping the wing on the turn. Good, good times!
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