Leisure Suits and Gold Chains

1977 Chevrolet Corvette
Crank the bee gees and let your polyester freak flag fly

I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns
Now all down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers, I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

Pink Floyd, Nobody Home

It’s the 1970s.  You are a swinging real estate broker with a taste for Popov and an itchy lead foot that you hope can replace your desperate need for Viagra and blow jobs
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Live and Let Die

Mr. Big in Phoenix

1972 Cadillac Coupe de Ville
You ain’t gonna see the sunlight unless you answer me!
1972 Cadillac Coupe de Ville
Toby. Toby! I got me a regular Ben-Hur down here. Doing 95… minimum
1972 Cadillac Coupe de Ville
Is THIS the stupid mother who tailed you uptown?

Another Thursday, another Cadillac, although (evidently) there is a body or 10 in the trunk.

Rolls-Royce Ghost: Look at Me!!!

I suppose it’s wrong to think this privileged famewhore is somehow worthy of a carjacking to protect the car.

Rolls-Royce Ghost Paris Hilton
Zombie driving a Ghost

paris hilton new car 071210 | I Need My Fix [Ed.: Dead link removed.]

The more I think about it though, the more this just makes perfect sense.  What rational person would buy this thing?  As a daily driver, it says “I am a fucking moron.” A BMW 750iL (the same car underneath the fancy knickers and French hooker makeup – on the Car, not PH) does the same without saying please target me. Continue reading “Rolls-Royce Ghost: Look at Me!!!”