When I was young(er), the benchmark of social eminence was driving a Cadillac. The size alone made sure you had control of the road at your fingertips. And then, there was the legendary ride. Smoooooth! As I chronologically advanced (remember, I am forbidden to use the terms "grew up" or "matured"), the caddy became passé, a true indicator of age. Only rich old farts drove caddy's. We young, hip, with-it types fell in love with the muscle cars. Who could possibly choose a caddy over a 1967 Mustang? Get real. So, I'm driving down the road the other day, pull along side of this pearl white vehicle in my current muscle car (a 1995 Neon--one-owner with 47000 actual miles) and say out loud to no passengers in the auto, "Nice car!" Yup, it was a caddy! I have missed the jump from muscle to comfort!
You could well be asking yourself, what's incongruous with that. The answer is nothing. I just thought it was an interesting sidelight! The incongruity lies in my morning run. Well, to be truthful, at the end of the run. As I was on my cool down lap, I noticed a young man standing behind his Cadillac, carefully removing something that was apparently marring the look of his automobile. As I got further along, I noticed he had been applying duct tape to the trunk to hold it down! And he was smoothing it out so it had no wrinkles. Duct tape. On a Cadillac? It's just not right. But apparently effective. May all your cars fit your needs, and may each of you be blessed with your own roll of duct tape! You are loved!