Or should I run off with some young tart who'll stroke my ego and make me feel comfortable in my dotage? I'm terribly conflicted at the moment.
The Green Hornet got back from her stint at the automotive cosmetician yesterday, and the ol' girl is looking pretty spiffy for someone "of a certain age." A few pics...
The rear view. She looks particularly good from this angle. Like most ladies.
So. Late yesterday afternoon we turned in that young tart of a CTS to Rierson Motors and picked up TGH from Rembrandt's Auto Body... who do GOOD work, by the way... that is definitely a recommendation if you live in this part o' the world. We motored back from The Big(ger) City™ by way of Cannon Airplane Patch, with the top up on account o' the heat. We noticed just how much noisier it is in TGH's cabin at speed, as opposed to the quiet interior space of the CTS. Speaking of space... there's SO much more of that in the CTS, TGH feels decidedly cramped in comparison. And our Bose system seems lacking compared to the Caddy's. You most certainly have to crank the volume in TGH at speed, compared to the Caddy. There's that interior quiet thing, again. Finally... TGH seems downright lethargic compared to the CTS. I ran her up to red-line in the lower four gears on the way home yesterday and her 148 horses just don't seem as motivated as the Caddy's 270... even with her weight advantage.
Just to refresh your memory, Gentle Reader: The Tart...
That's the way I'd buy her... black on black. Which is totally impractical for The High Plains of New Mexico, given (a) the heat and (b) the ever-present dust. The Tart would be dirty an hour after I washed her... ALL the time. But there are only two colors for Cadillacs... black or white. I don't do white.
So: conflicted. Should I stay or should I go? TGH whispered a sweet something in my ear this morning when I went out to shoot the pics of her new paint. To wit: "I know you're thinking about leaving me, Buck. But don't forget... I'm PAID FOR, Bay-bee. I'm ALL yours."
The girl has a point.