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THE STANDARD OF THE WORLD, Part V


THE FINAL INSTALLMENT OF A FIVE PART SERIES


Mount Rushmore.  The Gateway Arch.  The Statue of Liberty.

America loves her some monuments.  Painstakingly created edifices that speak to the hopes and dreams of her people.  Symbols that represent the art of commerce, the greatness of materialism, the spiritual nature of what we hold dear.  Throw in some whimsy, add a dash of folly and you might really be on to something.

Enter Chip Lord.  Lord and fellow hippie and architect formed The Ant Farm in 1968 in San Francisco with the objective of designing underground art projects.  “We were doing concepts, sketches, and photo collages of imaginary landscapes and environments,” Lord says. “It was a way to realize some ideas that would expand on conventional architecture.”

The pair had a thing for automobiles and when a third partner, Hudson Marquez, joined the group their efforts took a turn towards projects that would focus on the place of the automobile in American culture.  The thing about building monuments and impacting culture is that those goals, while lofty, require money.  Generally other people’s money.

Being industrious and committed to constructing an automotive monument, the three sent out letters to all the eccentric millionaires all over the country looking for funding for what they had in mind.  One of the recipients was Stanley Marsh III, right here in Texas.  He responded to the invitation to fund a project with a letter noting, “I’d love to do something with you, but I only do things here in Amarillo.” 

The group had been inspired by a book called The Look of Cars, by Henry Lent, published in 1966.  In the book, Lent discusses the rise and fall of the tail fin as a key part of the design of American cars in the 40s, 50s, and 60s.  Their plan was to take the topic and immortalize it for public view.  It sounded like something Stanley Marsh III might just be on board with.



Lord and Michaels made their way to Amarillo to meet with Marsh and discuss the project.  After two days of talks, Marsh told the two of them to present a proposal.  “We went back to California and drew up this idea of making a monument to the rise and fall of the Cadillac tail fin,” Lord recalled.  They put together a drawing of what the monument would look like.  It would be ten Cadillacs, each planted nose down in a row, one right after the other, at an angle to match those of the Great Pyramids of Egypt.  Along with the drawing, a budget was included in the proposal that included $250 for a backhoe and $300 each for the ten Cadillacs that would need to be purchased for the monument.  Of course, Marsh would provide the land as well as the money.



The first Cadillac to be procured was the 1949 Sedanette.  They had to pay $700 to get it, way over their budget.  Most of the others were cheaper.  How they came to be Amarillo is a part of the story that is irrelevant for now.  Whether one chooses to believe or not that the ten Cadillacs partially buried to create the monument are really the ones featured in the first four parts of this series is a matter of choice.  

But what is not up for debate is that in one weeks time all ten were buried within eyeshot of Interstate 40 just west of Amarillo.

“We didn’t really know what we were doing,” Marquez says. “We hadn’t dug holes to put cars in before, and we didn’t know anyone who did, so we were just flying by the seat of our pants. We just dug some holes and drove the cars in at 60 degrees, same angle. We didn’t talk about that. It just happened to be. It looked good.”



The morning after the monument was complete, Marquez got up before the sun and was there to see the sunrise take place over the ten planted Cadillacs.  He later said that rarely does art ever complete the expectation of the artist or match the vision that he started out with when the project began.  “But that morning was as close to 100% as I ever got,” he said.

A huge party on June 21, 1974 celebration of the beginning of Cadillac Ranch.  There were dignitaries and representatives from the local press.  And then, the whole thing pretty much died down.  Like good movies, fine restaurants, or first girlfriends, it takes a while for the greatness they represent to be fully appreciated.  A year later Charles Kuralt was passing by and was intrigued by what he saw on the south side of I-40 and pulled over.  “At first, we thought someone might be trying to raise little baby Cadillacs,” Kuralt said. “Then we thought maybe the farmer just parked them this way each year after he bought a new model.”



This was back when America trusted journalists like Kuralt, a quarter century before they would discover that he, in fact, had two completely separate families that knew nothing of one another as he traveled the American Highway in search of folksy stories.  They just heard him finish his report with “a cowboy herding steers out there where the tall tail fins grow and the traffic heads west on Route 66 and the Texas sun goes down on the chromium bumpers of the American dream,” and figured he was on to something.  The crowds started coming, trusting Chuck knew what he was talking about.

Did the masses who made their way to Amarillo know the backstories of any of the Cadillacs they came to see?  Of course not.  If they had, the lines of cars parked along the highway might have been even longer. Readers of the CMC blog have insight that the rest of America certainly lacked back then, and a lot of them still lack today.  But with Every Car Being A Story, those provided for nine of the ten Cadillacs that make up Cadillac Ranch make the monument even more meaningful.

It was probably those who had no clue as to what each car had been through who started shooting them.  Down here in Texas, if we don’t understand something we generally either make it illegal or shoot it.  The Cadillacs, tail fins pointed to the heavens, became target practice for some of the locals who didn’t appreciate their significance.  Those who couldn’t afford ammo but still wanted to voice their opinions chose the route of spray paint.



It became common for those making their way to the monument to come equipped with Rust-Oleum to leave their mark on the art.  And, as often happens, one thing turns into another organically without anyone having any control or say in the matter.  But the crowds got even bigger, as did the sale of spray paint at local hardware stores and home improvement centers.

By 1997 Amarillo had grown.  Land out west of town had become more valuable.  Crowds of frustrated artists armed with rattle cans had become bigger.  The monument had to be moved.  “It was harder digging them up and replanting them than it was putting them in the ground the first time. From the road, it didn’t change at all. It was still the same flatland background.”  

Other significant events in 1997 were taking place as well.  Charles Kuralt’s diet, drinking habits, and smoking led to heart failure on July 4th.  It was while in the process of settling his estate that his two families discovered one another.  Apparently not all his time On the Road was actually spent on the road.  But for those who didn’t share DNA with Chuck something even bigger was happening in 1997.  The internet.

The combination of moving the monument closer to the interstate and the internet providing a forum to tout its greatness increased Amarillo’s most famous attraction even more.  People from all over the world make the journey to Amarillo to spray paint their particular type of art onto one of the ten old Cadillacs half-buried there. Fifteen minutes later, it’s covered up by someone else’s version.  And so it goes.

The backstories of the ten Cadillacs were buried in West Texas clay along with their front ends.   But the story of the group of them collectively has reached around the world, drawing 1.4 million visitors a year to Cadillac Ranch.  Cadillac was finally able to regain its title of ‘Standard of the World’ for reasons beyond their grasp.

Stanley March III, who financed the project, had suffered a similar fate as Charles Kuralt, who helped elevate its fame.  Marsh III died in 2014 after being indicted by a Texas grand jury for the alleged sexual assault of two teenagers in 2010 and 2011.  Rounding out the list of details that would take the shine off his efforts to contribute to Texas culture were charges of four counts of sexual assault of a child, eight counts of sexual performance by a child, and two counts of indecency with a child.

The Ant Farm, the group of three hippie architects who loved cars, designed, and installed the monument, continues to appreciate what the Cadillac Ranch has evolved into.  Marquez claims to have only had two good ideas in his entire life.  “One was the Cadillac Ranch. The other was copyrighting Cadillac Ranch,” he says. “Ant Farm owns the copyright to Cadillac Ranch. For many years we’ve made money, it’s like an annuity. Commercials, clothing lines, billboards, print ads, everything.” He didn’t mention if Disney had to pay royalties when they used images of Cadillac Ranch in their animated classic, CARS.

No telling what those rights would be worth if they knew the story of each Cadillac they buried.



17 responses to “THE STANDARD OF THE WORLD, Part V”

  1. Great story Cap

    Cadillac Ranch Lyrics
    [Verse 1]
    Well, there she sits, buddy, just a gleaming in the sun
    There to greet a working man when his day is done
    I’m gonna pack my pa and I’m gonna pack my aunt
    I’m gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch

    [Verse 2]
    Eldorado fins, whitewalls, and skirts
    Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
    Well buddy, when I die, throw my body in the back
    And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac

    [Chorus 1]
    Cadillac, Cadillac
    Long and dark, shiny and black
    Open up your engines, let ’em roar
    Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

    [Verse 3]
    James Dean in that Mercury ’49
    Junior Johnson runnin’ through the woods of Caroline
    Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am
    All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch

    [Chorus 1]
    Cadillac, Cadillac
    Long and dark, shiny and black
    Open up your engines, let ’em roar
    Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

  2. Cool Series Cap….

    Well, there she sits, buddy, just a gleaming in the sun
    There to greet a working man when his day is done
    I’m gonna pack my pa and I’m gonna pack my aunt
    I’m gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch

    [Verse 2]
    Eldorado fins, whitewalls, and skirts
    Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
    Well buddy, when I die, throw my body in the back
    And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac

    [Chorus 1]
    Cadillac, Cadillac
    Long and dark, shiny and black
    Open up your engines, let ’em roar
    Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

    [Verse 3]
    James Dean in that Mercury ’49
    Junior Johnson runnin’ through the woods of Caroline
    Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am
    All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch

    [Chorus 1]
    Cadillac, Cadillac
    Long and dark, shiny and black
    Open up your engines, let ’em roar
    Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

  3. Nice ending! Didn’t see it coming. If I had a Cadillac I’d be compelled to drive down and see. I’d consider flying down in the Bonanza but don’t want to see her spray painted when I get there.

  4. I saw the graffiti-less Caddy Ranch in 1975 on the way from Phoenix to Flagstaff to NC. I had seen a short blurb about it in a car mag IIRC.

  5. Well said Olbugger.
    “The morning after the monument was complete, Marquez got up before the sun and was there to see the sunrise take place over the ten planted Cadillacs. He later said that rarely does art ever complete the expectation of the artist or match the vision that he started out with when the project began. “But that morning was as close to 100% as I ever got,” he said.”
    Just this morning I was e-corresponding with Marty Roth about Cadillacs, expectations, satisfactions, returns-on-investments, etc. That was before pulling up CMC’s blog-page so I still had no idea where CMC was headed with only one installment looming to finish his ‘literary weave’, but around here everything pretty much begins and ends in Texas, so I wasn’t totally lost.
    Anyway, for me Part V was a nice surprise sure to entertain philanderers, philosophers, philatelists, fellationists, folley-ticians, politicians, and Cadillac owners everywhere from Amarillo to San Francisco and Orlando to the Poconos. As for the bows tied on Marsh III and Kuralt, disgust and disappointment for them respectively, but bonus FSBS KLETTO points to The Captain.

  6. I had no idea that the (SF locally) famous Ant Farm had done Cadillac Ranch. Learn something new everyday. Oh and Kuralt’s escapades were new to me too.

    So that’s two things I learned today.

  7. Contrary to the Skipper’s accusations, I didn’t flip to the last chapter of the story to learn the “secret” of the serial (impossible to do, in any case), but I had the “aha experience” upon reading the final words of Chapter IV “Or are they?” The mind is a marvelous thing, even one with rusty, decades-old brain cells and synapses that take several cycles to eventually connect, like the distributor in a ‘59 MGA.

    The Easter egg here was your mention of Charles Kuralt and his CBS News series “On the Road.” Nostalgia is defined as a feeling of sentimentality for a bygone past, and a component of the word involves the Greek word for pain. Reflecting on the long-lost era of the ‘70s when I struck out into the working world and began making my own way, certainly validates that complicated definition which includes the painful aspects of dredging up reminiscences of one’s salad days. I don’t have a specific recollection of the “On the Road” segment that would have highlighted the Cadillac Ranch, but I can almost imagine what it would have been like, including the folksy cadences of Kuralt’s narration.

    I hasten to assure you, Captain, that the secrets of your own “double life” are safe with me, and shall never be revealed to any of the other folks incarcerated here in cell block 18-West. DOH! Oh, well — pack of smokes says I’ll have a shiv in my liver by this time tomorrow . . .

    Great story, CMC!

  8. Very nice series, conclusion and most especially, the backstories. It’s a bit sad for me to learn the ranch cars have become graffiti objects. From where I sit their original artistic qualities say all that needs spoken.

    On a related car sculpture note, many are not aware of Carhedge. In some part due to its location in the Nebraska panhandle. It was a crafted by a native son that ended up in Houston. A brief history of the site is here: https://carhenge.com/?page_id=308

  9. Much like HairlessB29, I was enjoying the stories but wondering where they were leading. I should have had faith that The Captain doesn’t take us on a journey without circling around and tying the ends up in a bow.

    Thanks for the ride, Cappy!

  10. This time, last week, I plastered my initials on one of the caddys before heading south towards Palo Duro Canyon.

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