The CTS-V has it all. Luxury, power, world class handling; it is a world class car without an out of this world price tag. Yes, it's upward of 60K, but compare that to some German and Italian cars in the same arena and that price tag looks like chump change. The car has all the luxury you would expect from a Cadillac and it's stuffed with a 556 hp engine. It will go 0-60 in 4 seconds. It's a muscle car with sports car handling dressed as a luxury coupe.
The reason I bring this up is that until last Monday I had never actually seen a CTS-V on the road. In magazines, videos and one on the floor at an indoor car show, but never in motion on the road. Lots of CTS models, but never the V version. Monday morning I'm driving on a major thoroughfare in my community when I see a CTS in my rear view mirror. It was only when he passed me that I saw the V with the red slash on the rear deck. Triple black, even sitting still it looked like it was in motion.
I fell in behind it just so I could keep looking at it. When the driver turned into a small shopping center, I followed. Looking back, what I did next seems crazy. When the driver parked I parked a lane across facing the Caddy. If a woman had stepped out I would have just gone home. But the driver was a man in his 50's and after he got out I approached him with a big, friendly smile and my hands in clear view. I told him what a beautiful car he had and that it was the first one I had seen on the street. That I knew a lot about the car's specs probably put him at ease. I just kept babbling about the engine, the suspension, the flat out speed. I told him I just wanted to get a close up look and he said that was fine.
After talking for a few minutes, what happened next still seems surreal. The guy said to a complete stranger "Want to drive it?" I was dumbfounded. After mumbling something about not wanting to inconvenience him, he says "Let's just take it around the lot". That's when I started to wonder if he was going to kidnap me. I mean, who lets a stranger drive their car? Well, this guy did. We took one lap around the lot with me at the wheel. No punching the gas, no slalom around the light poles. Just a 10-15 mph lap of the lot.
I thanked him profusely, we shook hands and went our separate ways, each with a great story to tell their wives that night. Car guys understand other car guys.