Here's the dilemma: I've always been told that if you were to buy one of these, you had to have the CTS-V. It was just better in every measurable quality. But this 2004 CTS that I just drove was amazing. That's right, I had a blast and didn't need the "hyphen V" at all. So, thanks to Cadillac engineers, I can't think of a single use of that letter. Hyphens, on the other hand, are totally useful, especially when two people with awesome last names decide to form a life bond. Ho-Masters or Dick-Smith come immediately to mind, but you get the point.
No more V's. Yes, the CTS has a lowly _6 in place of the mighty Cor_ette _8, and yes the cle_er giant stomper brakes ha_e been foregone in fa_or of more reasonably sized stomper brakes, but both will still detach retina. This little Cadillac has the handling, ride quality, and immediacy of its German competitors without the 'me too!' status on Belle_ue's Ba_arian clogged streets. This Cadillac deli_ers what very few ha_e in the last 100 some odd years: the sense that you are the first 7th grader to both grow a mustache and arm muscles. The Cadillac CTS is a mean bruiser whose _ery presence unsettles the weakling posers.
Now, who's got my lunch money?
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