Classic White Cadillac Convertible Needed

"-=D@n=-" realised it was Wed, 19 Oct 2005 17:23:40

Ah, yes, the height of tastelessness called '59 Caddy. :-\

This brings up some more options:

A bit closer, but not much, is a small company in Ilkeston, Derbyshire, who I think are called "Wayside" - can't find any info in Yell.com so I'll take a look tomorrow; I pass them on my way to work and they have, or at least had until recently, a white Yank convertible, I don't know what.

Have you tried

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Fer Ged's sake...

I'll see what I can do...

Hi Chris, thanks for your reply. I'll see if I can find 'Wayside' online anywhere, did you pass them again?

Wouldn't it be boring if we all liked the same thing?

:)

Any luck Pete?

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Not yet matey.

I'm gonna be in the area later though, so I'll have a word.

Might not be white though, there's a baby pink one that's a possibility

Oh.... ang on .... Everton :-o

:-p

Passed it today but it's a bit tricky to catch the phone number; it's a mobile, I got most of it but I'm uncertain of the last couple of digits. Will check again & let you know.

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember snipped-for-privacy@gmail.com saying something like:

It's helpful to include some context so we can see what you're replying to.

Ok Chris, thanks for your efforts.

Well you can see I'm replying to 'Ben Blaney', it's hardly a monster thread is it? And besides, I was posting very quickly via Google Groups as I had no NNTP access.

Heheh, let's leave football out of it. Appreciate your efforts. There's a bottle of bubbly in it for me If I can find something, so there's a can of Stella in it for you ;)

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember "-=D@n=-" saying something like:

I'd just purged, so hadn't a clue what you were replying to. There was me, hanging on your every word and it apparently made no sense. You can imagine how bereft I felt.

Ah; google groups. Pita.