All of this was on my mind when I climbed behind the wheel for a drive, the understandably nervous Freeman in the passenger seat. We pulled out onto a country two-lane and I gently rolled into the throttle and let the Cadillac torque gently carry us up to speed. I don’t know how Freeman managed to align those two front axles, but the car tracks normally, only revealing its peculiar steering setup when you pull over to turn around—you mind the lengthy prow, but the turning circle isn’t too bad.