Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind owning a Cadillac. A pearly white one, except Cadillac’s white is called White Diamond, not pearl. But I’ll be damned of I’m going to invest that kind of money into a vehicle identified only by numbers and letters.
As far as I can see, the only Cadillac with a name right now is the Escalade, which is not for me because I am neither Diddy nor a Bravolebrity. Doesn’t the speaking out loud of the phrase Coupe de Ville transport you to a better time and place? The EL DORADO, fer cryin’ out loud! Perhaps there are those who suffer the same effect when they hear SRX or CTS but I have yet to meet them.
This is just empty talk to pass the time – I have the perfect car already: a beautiful sparkling snow white Hyundai Santa Fe. It is the best white of all the cars on the planet, with the exception of GM’s Diamond White. I must say that although the imports have better machines, the domestics have better paint finishes. Last week, I was parked next to some kind of Dodge in the parking lot of the Dollar Tree and it was black and uber sparkly with multicolored glitter embedded into it – it looked just like a tombstone and it was wonderful.
Anyway, here’s a chrome car in Philadelphia. Chrome is a tad too manly for me but you might like it. I prefer the glitter cars.