Service For Over 30 Years
In March, 1984, Motor Works began serving the DeKalb and Northern Illinois public. We are a one-stop-shop offering every conceivable automotive amenity. A critical part of that commitment is Cadillac service and repair. Towards that end, we have three ASE Master Certified Specialists on staff.
General Motor’s Technological Wonder
Cadillac is were GM traditionally displays it’s most advanced technology. First adoptions include a 500 CID engine, a V-8 diesel engine, the cylinder dropping V8-6-4 variable displacement engine, a digital dash with trip computer, the superb Northstar V-8 engine, and dozens more.
World Class Car
The “land yacht” is gone. Reinventing itself, Cadillac now competes on the world stage. I’ll paraphrase from numerous road test articles. ”The CTS is as accomplished as its German rivals. It handles crisply with a firm but supple ride. The interior demonstrates quality materials with impressive fit and finish. The engine options range from a refined 270 HP V-6 to a blistering supercharged 556 HP V-8.”
Schools And Tools
Caddy’s impressive technological resume requires a major commitment in training and tooling to service and repair these cars properly. The staff technicians go to school constantly to stay current with the brand’s continual changes. Our dedication is proven by the purchase of thousands of dollars of unique tooling and computer scanners. Motor Works is determined to be the Dealership Alternative!
From The Smallest Service To The Biggest Repair
We offer everything from light bulbs to transmission overhauls, “check engine lights” to motor replacements. We are comfortable with all the manufacturer’s models and strive to deliver the service you deserve.
Cadillac owners in DeKalb and Northern Illinois choose Motor Works because of our reputation for excellence, we hope you’ll choose us too.
If you would like to bring your Cadillac in for repair or service please schedule an appointment online or call us at 815-756-2882 to speak to our friendly staff.
Hooked On A Caddy At Nine Years Old
Twice in my ninth year I became aware of one of life’s special gifts. The first epiphany was that girls no longer had “cooties”. While super important, I will save the rest of that story for another time and place.
More germane to this tale is the discovery that cars were fascinating. Let me start by saying, whenever I whined about walking to school, my parents loved to remind me of their ordeal when they were kids. They used to walk ten miles to school, all uphill both ways. In the winter, trudging through four feet of snow, and braving minus 75 degree temperatures, the wind would blow 90 miles an hour. They performed all this in stocking feet because they couldn’t afford to get their single pair of shoes wet. And so on, and so on, etc.
Whining aside, I actually had a very pleasant one mile walk to school. And there begins the true start to my story. During my walk, I used to pass the Swanson house; a huge, ornate home darkly enclosed by tall evergreen trees. It was a little spooky if you want to know the truth.
Parked in their driveway, just two feet off the sidewalk was a huge, jet black car with a Cadillac badge on it. It was always polished to a high luster. I could literally have reached out and touched the brilliant red taillights on its exquisite fins. That is, if I could have mustered the courage.
I was entranced. The black car and tree shrouded house were slightly sinister to a nine year old, but sometimes I would stand motionless for a minute or two just staring at that beautiful car. It was never longer than that. I was too afraid someone might come out and yell at me.
As the years progressed, the car’s majestic impression became firmly implanted in my mind. When drawing in school and a car was required, it started to look more and more like that Cadillac.
Eventually the car would disappear from the Swanson’s driveway. I didn’t know why it was gone, but it never disappeared from my memory. With fondness, I often look back to those days as a youngster. I remember my one mile walk to school. I remember the spooky Swanson house. I remember my budding passion for a car. And most of all, I remember how I became hooked on a Caddy at nine years old.