I had the misfortune of encountering what can only be described as the crown jewel of bad taste on wheels. This so-called "car" – a with a half-peeled Monster Energy sticker – was piloted by someone who apparently mistook the one way narrow street the Nürburgring.
The exhaust? Louder than a jet engine but more obnoxious. It didn't "roar" so much as it coughed and spluttered like a heavy smoker after running up the stairs. The wheels, wrapped in questionably legal tires, were so stretched they looked like rubber bands ready to snap.
As for the driver: hoodie up, seat practically horizontal, cigarette dangling precariously from their lips. They revved at every red light like they were trying to summon some ancient automotive demon.
Their driving? A masterclass in recklessness. Indicators seemed to be a foreign concept, and the "speed limit" was just a polite suggestion, evidently. The pièce de résistance was their attempt to overtake a bus on a narrow road, nearly sending a cyclist into the hedge.
If you’re looking for a lesson in how NOT to drive or modify a car, look no further.
Zebra crossings clearly mean absolutely nothing to the idiot in this blue car, a complete muppet behind the wheel and a disaster waiting to happen. Their reckless disregard for basic traffic rules is a miracle they haven’t caused serious harm already. This person has no business being on the road and is an accident or worse waiting to happen
I had the misfortune of encountering what can only be described as the crown jewel of bad taste on wheels. This so-called "car" – a with a half-peeled Monster Energy sticker – was piloted by someone who apparently mistook the one way narrow street the Nürburgring.
The exhaust? Louder than a jet engine but more obnoxious. It didn't "roar" so much as it coughed and spluttered like a heavy smoker after running up the stairs. The wheels, wrapped in questionably legal tires, were so stretched they looked like rubber bands ready to snap.
As for the driver: hoodie up, seat practically horizontal, cigarette dangling precariously from their lips. They revved at every red light like they were trying to summon some ancient automotive demon.
Their driving? A masterclass in recklessness. Indicators seemed to be a foreign concept, and the "speed limit" was just a polite suggestion, evidently. The pièce de résistance was their attempt to overtake a bus on a narrow road, nearly sending a cyclist into the hedge.
If you’re looking for a lesson in how NOT to drive or modify a car, look no further.