If you want to sell a lot of real estate, you need a car that says “a lot of real estate” inside and out. A car that says everything about me smells of Hai Karate, gold chains, coke and buxom hookers (and that’s just for breakfast). Or in Bob’s case, an exotic Russian trophy wife and a riverfront Detroit penthouse.
The delicious irony
According to BJ
A “Spartan” special custom Calais. Perfect for the Michigan State fan. Sold on a Scrap Title.
A “Spartan” special custom Calais. Perfect for the Michigan State fan. THIS IS A MODIFIED VEHICLE. NEITHER GM NOR BARRETT-JACKSON MAKE ANY WARRANTY OR REPRESENTATION OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, CONCERNING THE VEHICLE, INCLUDING NO WARRANTY OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. THE VEHICLE IS NOT CERTIFIED TO COMPLY WITH ANY FEDERAL, STATE OR LOCAL LAWS, RULES OR REGULATIONS AND MAY NOT BE DRIVEN ON PUBLIC ROADS. This vehicle will be conveyed to Buyer with a “scrap” title. **TITLE IN TRANSIT**
To be fair, these cars, as built, were horrendous pieces of shit, so the sparty paint job alone probably was enough to push it into unsafe at any speed territory…
Why is this a flashback? Because Mrs. Phid went from the previous shitbox to one like this.