I have never been to Boston, and much to the chagrin of Mrs. Murphy (who went to New England Conservatory, www.newenglandconservatory.edu, my first visit to her college town was without her as a guide. Alas. About 20 miles outside the city, the car developed a mild vibration. Did a wheel weight fall off? Probably. Because […]
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Floating into Rhode Island proved an easy jaunt from Connecticut, taking back roads all the way. The gas gauge came back to life, but I kept a sharp eye on the odometer just in case. Providence was my first stop, where I met with Peter C.T. Elsworth, the motoring editor of The Providence Journal. Then
What a gorgeous capital city. Hartford’s streets are full of sculpture and history. I hot-footed it around the city, delayed somewhat by my fuel gauge mishap. Still, I managed to park under a giant pine cone (?) and see the capitol, which was built in 1871. I think I parked in the governor’s parking place.
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A gorgeous morning made for perfect driving in Motordom’s Masterpiece this morning. Cranking the Brougham is a still a bit of a mystery to me, despite great advice through the years from other Cadillac owners (have a Caddy? Visit the Cadillac and LaSalle Club at www.cadillaclasalleclub.org) Afraid of flooding the six pack, I just turned
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Actually, Joe is my cousin-in-law by marriage. But let’s not get bogged down in genealogy. Joe is a former racer and has sped along at more than 300 miles per hour in drag racing events like this: www.nhra.com. More importantly, he owns Joe’s International Auto in Massapequa. And Joe is a master mechanic. The kind of
You may be wondering, where the devil is Lloyd Neck, New York and why would I drive a 1958 Cadillac down the world’s longest parking lot (the Long Island Expressway)? My bride hails from Lloyd Neck, New York, and I opted for a much needed weekend of family support. They had all four of my
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The Brougham ran a little lean driving through Jersey and into New York, which caused it to run a tad warm. But otherwise, she purred into Manhattan. New Yorkers are actually friendlier drivers than Washingtonians. Sure, New Yorkers honk and swear and holler to all get-out. Then they let you in. Washingtonians see a turn
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Pat picked me up at the Best Western at 9 o’clock and by 11 o’clock we had the new voltage regulator in the car and working fine. All ready to go–except the fuel regulator was still geysering gasoline onto the windshield. More fiddling. More trash in the lines. How could this be? I replace all
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A few other people recommended a carburetor man in Sicklerville, New Jersey, about 30 minutes south of Philadelphia towards Atlantic City. Racing Carburetors isn’t a huge operation with multiple bays of people running around with NASCAR parts. No, it’s a guy named Pat working from an incredibly-tidy garage behind his house. I wasn’t surprised–many specialists
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This morning I got underway at 7 o’clock and the car was grumbly and cranky. She flooded twice and then wouldn’t start as I pulled out into traffic (near the Washington beltway). Not the best. Finally, I got the old girl cranked and two-footed her from Washington to Philadelphia. On the road, she ran a
