1973 Cadillac DeVille Reviews

I bought this car because I always wanted one. They are so distinct in looks, and everyone who sees it is impressed.

It is so just different to what is offered today. It is an era that has been and gone, where cars are so conservative today, these are of an era that portrayed by style & grace, where bigger was always better.

It drives like the Batmobile. It's a 7.7 litre (472 ci) V8.

It goes real well, cushion suspension.

Nothing made today compares.

The car was not running when I bought it. All it took to get it started was a coil and a starter.

I did complete brake and suspension work.

Replaced the tires and rebuilt the engine for reliability (the car had to be my daily driver). The transmission was in great shape, all I did was a screen replacement.

All I can say about the body was rust, rust and did I mention rust? I loved my old coup but it did get the nickname S.S. Rustoleum.

Other than the body problems, it was a great car and I had many great memories with it.

It was an awful gold and white color combination, but the interior was beautiful triple tone beige and brown with all those rich looking simulated wood grain dash and rear panels. I traded it even for a 1978 Lincoln Mark V. In every way my Lincoln is a huge upgrade over my Cadillac, but there are days when I miss looking out my rear-view mirror and see those light indicators winking back at me...

Exhaust manifold gaskets leaked - noisy.

Had some starting trouble once.

Air never worked.

This was my favorite car of all time - huge, comfortable, and stylish.

Of course it used a lot of gas but that was cheap in the 1990s.

Incredibly good in snow with a massive concrete weight in the trunk.

When I bought this car, it had not been maintained very well, so lots of things needed simple replacement: radiator core, steering box, muffler, brakes. But even when those things wore out, it never left me stranded, and since those parts were replaced it has not given me any trouble for a year.

Well, it's big, loud, and basically a monster. It's also a hideous shade of 70's yellow, which is why it's name is Old Yeller. Uses lots of (92-octane) gas, but makes up for it with acceleration that scares BMWs. It also has lots of room inside and a huge trunk. My friends call it the Pimpmobile but I like to think of it as a big, comfy muscle car.