High Technology: 1985 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz
I know that an ’85 Eldorado is going to be a largely horrible car to drive around from a handling perspective, and performance from the 4.1 “High Technology” V6 is going to be painful, but I still am enamored by the idea of daily driving one of these. And this one has only 37638 miles on the odometer and is finished in a fantastic shade of prosthetic limb tan. Find this 1985 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz offered for $5,500 in Oakland, CA via craigslist.
From the seller:
1985 cadillac eldorado biarritz
condition: good
cylinders: 4 cylinders
drive: rwd
fuel: gas
odometer: 37638
paint color: custom
size: mid-size
title status: clean
transmission: automatic
type: coupe
It runs good
Just had recent tune up
Minor defect on driver seat
New battery new alternator new belts
Still the original engine
37638 miles
All original Inside
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137,678 miles on that driver’s seat.
Liar.
“Minor defect on driver seat”
Minor defect in actual mileage.
Seller thinks 4.1 is a 4 cylinder. Vince thinks the 4.1 is a 6 cylinder. The 4.1 is actually a V-8, I owned one briefly in a Fleetwood.
https://www.google.ca/amp/s/blog.consumerguide.com/what-was-the-cadillac-ht4100/amp/
Whoops. I got confused by the 4.1 liter LC4 — which was a version of the 3.8 Buick V6 that was put into the Eldorado during the time when their V8-6-4 engine was revealing itself to be a turd, but that was in 1981-82 and this is probably the HT4100 V8.
These are SO scary to drive fast. I borrowed my Dad’s beloved dove grey one while in Mexico and thought I’d take it for a fast ride. Decent power for the time form the V8. Rounding a bend I did some sort of front wheel drive tank slapper I still don’t understand, some sort of side to side understeer loop I could not get out of, but thankfully it understeered equally bth ways for a while and kept me on the road. Good times!
Yup, these are V8’s. My grandparents bought a brand new 81 Olds Toronado (clone of this car) and were sooooo proud of it. Until my grandmother’s memory failed her 30 years later, she’d tell anyone who’d listen that it was “the best-driving car she’d ever owned.”