OK.  Every magazine and website has said it.  The CTS concept coupe is the car.  It’s a car that makes women tame.
   
It is the one thing that General Motors has done that is worth the effort.
   
Perhaps, by accident.
   
But it is the car.  The one we all want.
   
I want it. 
   
There are a lot of Snavely cars out there.  They’re called Porches.  There are some perfect pretenders, too. Those would be the Lexus and Toyota.  Perfect copycats, but only interesting to people with no imagination.
   
Then there is this car.
   
The CTS Coupe.
   
Now, we all know that it is a car that GM is building.  The only real question is how much money you’ve got to pay the dealer to get in line and whether they screw up the door handles.
   
But, there is something so very special about this car.
   
It’s a Cadillac.
   
Once upon a time, nothing mattered more in America than a Cadillac.  Check out the Godfather, the movie or the book.  Success was washing your Cadillac in the driveway.  You killed the sucker in a Lincoln.
   
There are three automobiles which have become symbols in American language: Duesenberg, Rolls-Royce, and Cadillac.
   
One of them is extinct, with only entomologists aware that a very fine car was once “a Duesy.”
   
Another is a glorified BMW, a caricature of what it once was, a car that once had class, but now has nothing more that NBA stars and Arabs to make its name a synonym for gross.   
   
But, Cadillac?
   
It’s becoming everything it once was.
   
They’re in the process of making it the American dream.
   
Which is what it was always supposed to be.
   
Me?
   
I want that CTS Coupe in the worst way.
   
The last time I had that level of desire,
   
I married her.