Curbside Musings: c. 1989 Cadillac Seville – Head In The Clouds

c. 1989 - '91 Cadillac Seville. Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, July 22, 2017.

I’ve been thinking a lot this year about mindfulness, intentionality, and being present.  In a recent essay I had written about a ’59 Ford Galaxie, I had touched on the idea of age being relative and the importance of recognizing and enjoying things the way they are right now.  I’m a work in progress, and this kind of thinking takes practice.  I’ve been known to fall into the trap of rumination, though I’m much better about not doing so now that I’m more aware of that tendency.  I am content, but the occasional “what ifs” can trip me up if I allow myself to dwell on wondering what could have been if I had gotten better grades in school, if I had never gotten into that relationship, if I had been born into a different family, etc.

1989 Cadillac Seville brochure pages, as sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.

It has been neither helpful nor useful to compare my path to those of other individuals, a futile exercise which rarely if ever has made me feel better about a past which I cannot change.  With relatively newfound clarity and frankness in discussing such life matters with friends, I’ve learned that quite a few of them that I might have otherwise held as benchmarks of leading successful, trouble-free lives have indeed had their share of significant personal challenges, setbacks, and insecurities.

I want to make it clear that I’m not talking about misery loving company.  That can be another snare, though we all need to commiserate from time to time.  It’s just that there has been freedom in understanding that it’s not just me, and that I’m not somehow in some category by myself, banished from some plane of existence populated by everyone else who had somehow uniformly deserved and been handed better treatment and life experiences than me.

c. 1989 - '91 Cadillac Seville. Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, July 22, 2017.

This triple-white, third-generation Cadillac Seville could represent the life, person, place, or thing you think you want which will make you feel complete and whole once acquired.  Parked at the curb on a sunny, summer Saturday seven years ago, it looked perfect and angelic from the sidewalk, like a fluffy, Wreath-And-Crest adorned cloud on wheels.  Even then, it was noteworthy for being what looked like a gorgeous, daily-driven example that would have been at least 26 years old at the time, with ’91 being the last model year of this generation.  I couldn’t nail down the exact model year from a recent, fruitless license plate search (which leads me to believe the car has either changed hands or no longer exists), but from the 15″ alloy wheels with red center caps, this example looks to have been produced for one of the three model years between 1989 and ’91.

c. 1989 - '91 Cadillac Seville. Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, July 22, 2017.

Even if this isn’t exactly my type of car, it was truly impressive to behold from the sidewalk, gleaming almost as if it was wearing a halo.  From what I could see from that vantage point, it made me question why it was even parked on the street, given that it looked to be in pristine condition as if it had been garaged and pampered for most or all of its life.  This smaller, third generation of Seville appeared for ’86 with a conventional three-box design to replace the previous, controversial bustleback.  The new K-body was about 350 pounds lighter than the outgoing model, and between fourteen and sixteen inches shorter in length, depending on the model year.  It was also loaded with lots of the newest, mid-’80s GM electronic goodies.  Those who hadn’t cared for the “slantback” and had waited for a return to form a la the original, lauded ’75 Seville should have been pleased.  Right?

1989 Cadillac Seville brochure pages, as sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.

Wrong.  Though aesthetically unpopular with some, the second-generation Seville had always been a consistent and steady seller, averaging 33,000 cars annually from between 1980 and ’85, and almost hitting the 40,000 mark in its final two years.  This next generation was supposed to get everything back on track.  If only the Seville looked better.  If only it was smaller, lighter, and more efficient.  If only it had more electronics.  General Motors delivered this new design for ’86… and saw sales immediately plummet by over half, to just 19,100 units.  Sales eventually improved to 33,100 for ’90, this generation’s sales peak, but then they dropped again the next year to 26,400, even despite the addition of the performance-oriented STS.  (Some buyers were undoubtedly waiting for the sleek, new ’92.)

c. 1989 - '91 Cadillac Seville. Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, July 22, 2017.

Our featured car had looked like an absolute creampuff… that is, until I stepped into the street to get some pictures of the other side of the car.  What had looked like a showroom-timewarp example on the driver’s side revealed itself to have significant damage on the other.  Can you imagine having bought this car from a lot or an estate sale as a once-cherished chariot, and then being involved in a wreck that left its passenger’s side looking like this?  There’s no eating a gourmet soufflé that has landed face-down on a dirty floor, not even after you scrape off the dirt with a kitchen knife.  You may still try to eat it depending on how much you had your heart set on doing so, but you just know that it’s no longer perfect.

c. 1989 - '91 Cadillac Seville. Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, July 22, 2017.

I have seen enough episodes of The Twilight Zone to have had it reinforced in me, at least cognitively, that wishing to become someone else or have a different life than the one I’ve been given can be a dangerous game.  Someone else’s life that one may secretly covet, with the limited perspective from which one can see things, may have major damage or issues visible only from certain angles.  So what, if I don’t have an advanced college degree, a management position, or make a gazillion dollars?  The fact that I had put this essay together on my own time and wasn’t still on my work laptop after hours speaks to just how imperfectly perfect my life is for me.  My hope for the owner of this Seville is that he or she was able to appreciate the beauty, comfort, and stunning color scheme of this Cadillac, as well as his or her life, whatever “dents”, unchangeable circumstances, or imperfections may exist.

Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois.
Saturday, July 22, 2017.

Brochure pages sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.