I’d like to think that I have a fairly good sense of humor. (Doesn’t everyone?) So if someone takes a previously crap-tacular car and further craps it up for a chuckle; I’m ok with that. But for those that in sincerity perform plastic surgery on a car so extreme that it would make Michael Jackson say, “That’s ignorant,” there surely is for them a special section in Hell. So, with that in mind and at the risk of losing a part of my own soul, I share with you a few gems from the world of unholy modified cars.
Clearly part of the Prelude “species,” this pains me on a personal level as I own this very car; albeit not in “satin” white. The two, no make it three worst things about this car are its large overhanging wheel wells, periscopic-RAM-air-esque-hoodscoop and cab-forward side view mirrors for reduced usability. Considering this is a front wheel drive vehicle I’m sure it handles fantastically (it even has a wing afterall!) with whatever crate motor from Ford it has under the hood; that is if it has such an engine at all. My guess is that the scoop and hood pins are for “show.”
I don’t really know what this is, some sort of wagon, but the interior looks like the creature Bugs Bunny gave a haircut to that was all hair and feet. The best part is the wicked electroshocks you can give your little brother if you wear corduroy pants.
I hope to God this is some sort of kit car and not a real 911. The only thing worse than the “wing of all wings” on this thing is the color, which is a lovely beige/taupe color refrigerators and stoves from the 1970’s were made in.
Wait. This was an actual PRODUCTION car? You’re kidding? Actually, I heard Rosie O’Donnell was a big fan of the Aztec. For camping and what not….
Someone saved up their money and got the car paint equivalent of an “Everything Bagel” at Maaco. I almost feel bad saying anything because clearly alot of work went into this, but if Ridelust teaches us anything, it is that moderation is key.
This beauty is maybe not completely deserving of this list. But with the veritable Taurus love-fest around here lately “the power of Vito compelled me” to include this bad boy, which looks like the product of 3-way between a Taurus wagon, the Family Truckster, and a shiny turd. (Oh wait, I already said a Taurus wagon.)
Commence the hate mail.