Barry always wanted a Cadillac ever since he was a boy. His friend Gino, who's dad ran an Amoco gas station and drove a '53 Caddy may have been the source of Barry's dream. Then when he was 13 he was driven to an organizational event with friend Harry in a '60 Coup de Ville that had a beam on the dashboard which detected oncoming cars so the highbeams were automatically lowered. Then when Barry was finally grown up and working he got to ride in a restored '59 Eldorado and was so in love with that car that he imagined finding an exact duplicate one day for his own. Barry was drafted into the army in '72 but luckily was kept stateside due to his 68K40 MOS but his mistake was enlisting in the army reserves. Oh sure, he was promoted to Chief Warrant Officer and mainly lectured other reservists for nearly 20 years and then there was Desert Storm and Barry's unit was activated and he was shipped to Kuwait as he approached turning 50. The assignment was hot, disorganized and expensive, having to leave his lucrative consulting gig to sit around waiting for aircraft maintenance to become a necessity in Camp Doha. Well this is the truth. Barry's unit was in the midst of transport to Navistar when he vehicle was nearly destroyed by an IED or a land mine. Barry wasn't injured but was transported to the base hospital in catch this - an '89 Seville driven by an interpreter who happened to be driving along that same road. This time Barry reversed his wish and said if he ever got back to the States again (he pretty much knew he would) he never wanted to ride in a Caddy again ever. So far he's kept his wish.