[Ed.: in honor of a similar post over at Drive By Shootings…]
What a Difference a roofline makes, especially when it’s the difference between mommy jeans and an ass that, while conventional, is proportional and perceptible.
Madonna: Come away for the weekend. You can see Hillsdale College and all the places I fucked Stevens, my English professor, once he stole my innocence. Me: Yay. Overnight means maybe second base! Karma: You can always dream! Madonna: You can actually meet him in his shitty little apartment over a garage. Me: oooo, impressive […]
It’s a slow, gloomy Tuesday commute, when out of nowhere, this cream-colored nightmare comes storming into view.
Not only is it exhibit A in how to take America’s most successful car of the day, the ‘77 Cutlass, make it smaller (good), even less powerful (bad), and less aggressive, by halving the number of lights (emasculatingly bad). Then, for ’79, change the grille to make it even uglier. (Two fat sections per side instead of three more slender ones.) Read More