fuck a Porsche. any rich asshole can drive a Lamborghini. Ferrari?
naw son, gimme this shit. the Aston Martin Bulldog (pictured above), designed by William Towns.
in the words of Dylan, "the retard son of the De Lorean (DMC-12)."
while it's not the cultural icon the De Lorean DMC-12 was (nor was its designer the utter maniac that John Z. De Lorean was; look him up), i've got big plans for this Aston.
can't you hear the DopeBoys callin?
"ay yo yayo, there go Kasai!"
cruising down the boulevard, five-miles-an-hour-so-everybody-sees-me!
wearing a filthy wedding dress, bumpin ManTronix, rockin the authentic Geordi La Forge Star Trek visor. a few eightballs scattered about my lap. running down any pedestrian who dares to look me in the eye.
and with the rakish angle of the hood/windshield/A-pillar, you'd think that old ladies would just glide right off the car. possibly the greatest implement for vehicular manslaughter ever created!
plenty ice round my neck so i don't get nauseous!