2010 Cadillac CTS-V Series

Engine: 6.2L super charger V8 with 556 horsepower and 551 Lb-Ft torque

Transmission: 6-speed manual or available 6-speed Hydra-matic electronically controlled automatic transmission

Brakes: High performance vented Brembo brakes with c-cast rotors

E.P.A. Fuel Economy Estimates
City mpg 12 / Highway mpg 18

Staggering horsepower, incomprehensible torque, zero to 60 in 3.9 seconds, and magnetic ride control suspension system give you an elite sports car with the kind of sophistication and poise one would expect from the fastest V-8 production sedan in the world.

Driving the CTS-V is like piloting an interstellar spaceship. You speed through traffic like you are behind enemy lines, and do your business before the bad guys even know you are there.

The CTS-V comes with OnStar offering everything from hands free calling, directions, and restaurant locations, to remote door/unlock. You can do it yourself or simply ask an On Star advisor. It was really not complicated. Even I, with a little practice, became very proficient.

Inside the CTS-V (Courtesy of General Motors Media)

One night I was working a little late and developed a deep-down hunger for Mexican food. So I slipped out to the garage, sat down in my pilot’s seat of the CTS-V, and checked out the nearby Mexican restaurants. The navigation system was working fine, showing 12 restaurants close enough to choose from; I was initially hesitant. Then I decided to check out the latest NBA scores and see how the Mavericks had done. Discovering that they were victorious only increased my Mexican food appetite. I quickly selected my destination, and pressed the garage door opener. I just wanted to venture out, avoid waking the wife, and fill-up on Mexican food while escaping discovery. Just as the screeching door started upward, my beautiful sweetheart appeared in front of the car. Her arms were crossed and she was wearing her old, faded yellow, fluffy housecoat. This was not a good sign. I told her I was about to come in, but had inadvertently pressed the remote button for the door. She didn’t appear impressed when she took the car keys away. I immediately lost my appetite for Mexican food.

That night I dreamed of a silver Cadillac sports car following a vapor trail towards the stars at the speed of light—leaving everything mortal and mechanical behind. Then a cloud appeared. Out of it appeared a beautiful woman wearing an old, faded, yellow bathrobe. She had a smile on her face, Cadillac keys in one hand, and a plate of enchiladas in the other. I smiled, too; drinking from the scented cup of happiness. Off in the distance I could hear the roar of a sports car churning skyward under the spell of a V-8 super charged engine.