On the way to work, I was passed by a car all decked out in racing stripes, racing decals, shiny spinning rims, big-ass silver-plated muffler, tinted windows, hydraulics and spoiler.
It was a Dodge Neon. A
Dodge Neon. I mean, for cryin' out loud, you could drop a rocket engine in that car, install a flux capacitor and make it into a super-fast time machine, and it'd still be a damned Dodge Neon.