You know, I've got a black Crossfire, and I'd have to eat a bag of greasy potato chips, roll around in the mud for an hour, then find some kid with a cold and wipe his nose with my bare hand before gassing up to get my car looking anywhere near as bad as the one in that shot. I've got to worry about guys who sell wheels, but can't seem to grasp the purpose of a paper towel.

I'm not even going to start on the wheels. Yech.