Dude there are like 5 of these cars ever driving at the same time around the world... and not for many miles either, much fewer than Matt put on for his review.

I’m really getting some BMW Bangle Butt vibes from the trunk lid. Not the taillights but just the way the trunk seems out of place. The whole back end is just a mess. Not sure if the comparison pic below will post.

They bangled it!

Imagine how much uglier it’ll look when there’s a real license plate there.

The trunk looks like a tacked-on panel of armor like what they install on the doors of NYPD highway patrol cars. I saw one for the first time today escorting a van of VIPs.

I’d have actually given it a chance if they’d had the balls to call it the new Cimmaron…

This is not a good looking car.  Maybe they should just stop.

Cadillac is so lost. Old people are not going to buy something that’s marketed for younger generation. And younger generation is more interested in a Camry. 

“even in a roaring, 755-HP ZR1, it’s hard not to feel like a middle-aged man. It’s also hard not to feel kind of “Blah” about Cadillac, even if it’s difficult to explain why.”

Listening to him speak, I swear I can feel brain cells die. It’s like his words are targeted strikes on intelligence. More and more, many people are saying it *uncontrollable eyelid twitch*

That sounds exactly like my father; if you can believe it, in a storybook twist, he actually had the good graces to die on my birthday last year. It felt like all my christmases at once.

It seems clear to me that he barely knows Tiffany, and neither does the rest of the family. Even with the eldest three, I think Ivana said he didn’t show any interest in them until they became adults. Barron clearly was not conceived out of love AND it doesn’t seem like 45 has any interest in young kids, so I’m sure…

Yep. If Donald ever had anything close to a real marriage it was with Ivanka. Tiffany and Barron were Donald’s concessions in the prostitution contracts otherwise known as his second third and third marriages

His father taught him not to regard children until they are old enough to learn the family griftness.

My father was a womanizing alcoholic gambler who my mother kicked to the curb when I was a toddler. I didn’t meet him till I was 16. After talking to him for awhile, it was apparent he hadn’t much changed over the years, The one thing I could muster a sliver of respect for was his honesty. He knew he was a fuckup and…

Honestly, good for Barron. Better no father than a narcissistic shitbag. 

Appropriate:

We already have those in the US, they’re called Harley riders.

Here’s a quicker, cheaper, and more amusing way to achieve a great exhaust note with any vehicle: