Something about ass poppin' and ghetto stars was coming through the speakers of my mother's station wagon that I am currently borrowing, I was in a trance, just driving across town, nice and slow like. ZOOM! Out of no where this crazy old broad comes zipping by in what can only be described as a death box from hell. This little "zap car" as the drivers door read so clearly was a vibrant, although disgusting, purple. Worse, it had three wheels and a some old broad driving. How better can one spell high speed disaster? In a world filled with expierements to conserve oil, and live "greener" this little doosey falls short of making any sense. The little bugger looked like it wouldn't hold up in a head on collision with one of those infamous battery powered barbie cars that every cute little girl had circa 94'. Anyway, get your grandmother off the road.
Flying towards the destruction of an American era.
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