Dateline 1968, any dragstrip on the West Coast-Flower Power had started to take a firm grip on America's young generation. That's right, a little of Timothy Leary's "tune in and drop out revolution" even infiltrated the next wave of hardcore gearheads! The Left Coast dragstrip crowd of the later '60s had very few things on their collective minds other than cars, music, surfing, and sex. Politics didn't rate as high (unless you were trying to avoid the draft!). As far as a lifestyle, the hippy thing played second tambourine to the scene at the local strip. The whine of blown dragsters, the girls with sponsors' T-shirts, and the beer and bad burgers were all nectar for the gods of drag racing.
Perhaps this is what inspired me to bring you this coachbuilt-style Cadamino. The smell of patuli oil and dead skunk take a back seat to the smell of nitro and burnt rubber with this cool '60s combo-not exactly a Miller-Meteor flower car, but a nicely customized '61 Cad. One with a '59 El Camino greenhouse deftly grafted in to act as mule for the open trailer toting a dragster. "Wait a minute, man! That's not a dragster!" Well, Dave, it is. Only this dragster has a shortened, chopped, and sectioned V-Dub Kombi body draped over the tube chassis (courtesy of a vision from my dad)! Quite the statement considering the times, get it? A boss flower car pulling a groovy drag bus?! Yeah, it all adds up to a far-out experience at the digs (sorry, that'll be enough of the swingin' vernacular)
Check the Cad's lowered stance and era-appropriate redline tires on 14x7 mag wheels. And because asymmetrical styling was in in the '60s, a single row of cooling louvers runs up the passenger-side hood. Got to have the autotronic eye on the dash! Forget the Janis Joplin psychedelic paint scheme and dig on the deep, deep candy emerald green paint with silver 'flaked top.
I'm not sure even I can imagine this ensemble rolling down the road, but ... coupled to the flower-powered cart de Cad is one mean, green (and silver) drag mo-sheen!
Aerodynamics be damned, this bus, powered by an injected, blown small-block Chevy, would certainly be the quickest way to get your paisley print lederhosen to the cleaners!