Capsule Review: 2012 Cadillac CTS-V Coupe

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Capsule Review: 2012 Cadillac CTS-V Coupe

Upon graduation from Belfast Teacher's Training College in the late '60s, my father found himself summoned into the headmaster's office. A heavy oaken drawer was opened and an object placed upon the green baize of the blotting pad: "Ye'll be needin' this."

"This" was the strap, thick leather symbol of martial law in the classroom. Dad left it lying where it was, left behind the tobacco-scented claustrophobia of that small office, left behind the small-minded bigotry of that blood-soaked island, and built himself a new home in the wilds of British Columbia.

From my birth, this has been my template for the masculine ideal: resolve, courage, intelligence, compassion. In the latter stages of his career, my father – long an administrator – could walk in and quell any classroom by his mere physical presence. And so, I've endeavoured to emulate him. To refrain from roarin' an' shoutin'. To be calm, yet firm of purpose. To be a man.

Of course, five minutes behind the wheel of this thing and it's, COME AT ME BRO!

Don't get me wrong, I'm awfully fond of the CTS-V, particularly in wagon form. It's just not particularly subtle.

While I won't go into an involved discussion of the design (read Sajeev Mehta's thorough critique here instead), it's sort of a visual caps-lock. You get the sense that they'd have built the entire thing out of grille if they'd have been able to get away with it.

When I remarked that going from a black/black FR-S to the 'V felt like Robin-to-Batman, Jack B dubbed it the "Batbro," and I can't do better than that. If your utility belt is filled with hair-gel capsules and cocaine, then this is the sled for you.

Moving into the interior with some difficulty, due to the fiddly 'Vette-style door latches, one finds a surprisingly high seating arrangement and a colour-combination clearly put together by a Boston Bruins fan. The details are fairly nice though.

Not as nice as the interior of a high-trim ATS however – the upcoming CTS update should fix things up a little, but this design has been around a while. Also, and I'm kicking myself for not snapping a quick shot of it, there's a three-inch piece of fake carbon-fibre trim to the right of the steering wheel, and it's stuck on at about fifteen degrees off the correct angle. Shoddy.

This centre-stack will doubtless soon be supplanted by the CUE system and all its haptic-touch trickery. I sort of prefer the buttons, myself, but the retractable navigation screen wobbles quite a bit when you go over bumps.

Two really great things to note: first, the Alcantara-wrapped steering wheel is excellent, and great at wicking away moisture from sweaty palms. Second, they've put the traction-control toggle right on the steering wheel.

Which brings us around to the question of performance.

Yes, the CTS-V is a bit of an automotive tribal tattoo – Conan the Vulgarian. On the other hand, great googly-moogly does it back up those looks with volcanic power levels.

The supercharged 6.2L LSA is nearly imbecilic in its ferocity, howling and bellowing out those twin centre-mounted exhausts. Flick off the overworked traction control so that it can go off and have a therapy session, and the blown V8 scorches the tires and rams repeatedly into the rev-limiter with a noise like a T-Rex choking on Jeff Goldblum.

I know, I know. Mr. Hyperbole's come to tea again.

I assure you, this car both looks like Brock Lesnar and punches things in the face like Brock Lesnar. It's not an alternative to an M3, it's an alternative to PCP.

While a six-speed manual is also on offer, the higher take rate will surely be this, the paddle-shifted six-speed automatic. It works quite well, although there's so much power, you could probably hook the LSA up to a two-speed Powerglide and it'd still be fine.

Cadillac/GM's magnetic-ride suspension is here too, and the widened track and lowered height of the coupe certainly makes this 'V much nimbler than the last one I drove (a wagon). I don't think you'd call it a sportscar though.

Leave the traction-control sensibly on, and the CTS-V is quite a nice street car, apart from the mail-slot visibility. The Brembos scrub speed just fine for street-applications, and the zero-delay power-delivery is endlessly entertaining. And expensive.

Here's the thing though. This car might be perfectly capable of smacking around some of the normally-aspirated German stuff, but like Mr. Lesnar, it's gotten a bit old for the ring. It's not in MMA competitions any more, it's more like a member of the WWE.

Herein lieth some redemption: even with the clock-cleaning Shelby out there and ridiculous twin-turbo Teutons on the rise, the 'V is still a character-filled car. It's entertaining and burly and something of a self-parody.

But look out – that guy's got a folding metal chair!

Cadillac supplied the car and insurance. I supplied the fuel, more fool me.