When they were more commonplace on the roads I never saw a Trans-Am that wasn’t being driven by a complete asshole. I’m sure there were some decent people who drove them, but I never encountered a single one. It was the pace car for the Asshole 500. A four wheel security blanket for men with small penises and even smaller intellects. The kind of men who in middle age pose shirtless and use their Secret Service protection as cover to safely harass the wives of underlings. Yep, Joe, assholes just like you.
2 classic cars and EEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
Pass the eye bleach!
