This morning I awoke bright and early. I had to leave Sutherlin by 7 a.m. so I would reach the Seattle airport in time to pick up Kim Morgan, my cousin. Checking out, I talked to the same clerk who’d checked me in the evening prior, Larisa Sparrowhawk. Larisa had stayed up all night reading […]
California is a big place, especially when you are driving from LA to Seattle. Granted, it’s beautiful–it just stretches on forever. For some reason I thought of San Francisco as being the northernmost California city. Nope. I had another seven hours in northern California yet to travel. Once in Oregon, it soon became apparent that
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No, I have not wrapped the Brougham around a tree. The drive simply became so intense that I’ve not had a moment to update the blog. My apologies. Felt right at home tooling around the Hills. While waiting on media interviews in Hollywood, I decided to knock out some of the more pedestrian aspects of
This marks my first time to Vegas, so before I left town I drove the big Cadillac up the strip. After all, what could go better in Vegas than the car that Frank Sinatra drove in 1957-1958? As I motored down Las Vegas Boulevard, I hummed “All or nothing at all,” which seems to be
The phone rang at 8 o’clock. It was the fire marshal–they were threatening to tow the Brougham from its designated parking spot. Evidently the place where “Jimmy,” the hotel’s night watchman, had positioned me the night before was something trivial like a fire lane. I briefly considered telling the fire marshall that the car should
If you followed my Twitter log yesterday, you know that the day started early. I left the tramps at the Hampton Inn and headed to the nearest gas station to top off the tank and check the coolant level. Rushing to get out of Amarillo early, I stupidly locked the keys in the car. As
It’s about 8:30. I went to bed at 2:15 and awoke to the alarm at 7. Today will be a long day–Las Vegas is 867 miles away. That’s about 13 hours, if the car continues to run properly. I awoke here at the Hampton Inn to the sounds of little people–very excited about something. When
So my mission of the day: fix the car (again). It’s probably either the voltage regulator or (worse) the generator itself. Maybe both. My friend and fellow Brougham driver Ken Long, of Dallas, kindly researched the best electrical shops in town. Auto Electrical Systems, Inc. said they could take me at 8 am on Tuesday
Unbelievably, the Brougham isn’t charging again. My generator light is on and the needle reads “discharging.” No amount of profanity can adequately sum up my frustration. Let’s recap my charging trouble, shall we? I had the generator rebuilt by Southern Armature in Birmingham, Alabama. Day two of driving the Brougham, I noticed the system wasn’t
People who love old cars also have a good appreciation for history. I’m one of the lucky collector car owners who knows the history of my car. In fact, I bought the car from it’s original owner, which is a rare thing. My 1958 Cadillac Eldorado Brougham was purchased in the summer of 1958 by
