I’ve had a love affair with this car for a little over a year now. Its audacious yellow self is always parked by my work, sporting that prehensile spoiler and those ridiculous “Jump off groupie!!!” decals. The car gives “No Fear” queers a good name. Best of all, every time I see this car, it’s in an ever-increasing state of disrepair.
Today it was rocking new white front and rear bumpers, the old ones were held on with duct tape, and it now resembles a gas guzzling creamsicle. It’s missing a panel above its front wheel too. This guy must drive like I do in video games, namely only use the gas peddle, and ignore traffic signals. At this rate it’ll be on cinder blocks within the month. Only then will the groupies have truly won.
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