in front of his home at First Street
People always ask about my car, so here's the lowdown. My good friend Victor Wang took me one night to a far corner of Queens (in fact it was so remote that they didn't have any subway stops nearby) to have a look at this white 1982 Cadillac Coupe DeVille with a burgundy upholstery. Victor - who drives a gray Japanese car - couldn't understand why one would ever want to own such a gasguzzler. I mumbled something about small European cars, 'On The Road', Thelma & Louise and Elmore Leonard, but my explanations didn't register.
The moment we turned into the street where we were going to meet
the seller, I saw the caddy and I knew I had to have it. This
was exactly the kind of car I had been looking for all along.
We took it for a spin. It was unbelievable: this car was BIG.
The hood seemed to go on forever, you could put a dead horse in
the trunk, you could sit three people in the front.
Victor checked the oil and did some other stuff under the hood.
Everything seemed to be all right. It only had 59k on the odometer.
The guy who was selling the car said it belonged to his father-in-law
who had always considered the car to be "his baby".
I believed him.
OK, so the car broke down a couple of times. But consider this:
since November 1997 it took me cross-country twice, to South-Carolina,
a couple of times to Pennsylvania and Boston and I don't know
how many times to upstate New York. Not to mention that at this
very moment my caddy is still surviving the mean streets of New
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