Dear cats and kittens, here's a second helping of songs about cars and drivin' from the land of the "ravey-gravy." The days of great music, dream cars, and cheap gas. On top of the "usual" bunch of "Cadillac" songs you simply just can't avoid when you are dealing with Black music recorded after 1945, we also have more Rocket 88s and Dyna-Flows, Pontiacs, Rocket 69s, Ford Thunderbirds, hot rods, roadrunners, drunk drivers, car crashes, motorhead babes, radars and trips down Highway 61 and Route 90 to match with the ones on ole Route 66. The music featured here is very similar to the cars these songs are about. Listen to 'em as you would go riding on a 1956 Eldorado Cadillac, enjoying the sinking plushness of the seats, the leather aroma, the timbre of the horn's call, and the smoother than smooth glide over the road (even the bumpy ones), the sleek, elongated lines of the body, the cool tailfins and the shine of the chromed bumpers. I often wondered why Black Americans loved Cadillacs so much, back in the day. Of course, I was sure it was a "prestige" thing (to own a Cadillac was just like owning your own plane nowadays) but they were many other cool and luxurious cars out there that were just as good - and expansive. None of them could touch a Cadillac, according to the vast majority of Black Americans. Some of them actually enjoyed other cars even better, but they were a minority and considered as some kind of "dissidents" so to speak. I research it and I found out that Cadillacs didn't come to be a favorite among Black people by accident.