What to drive

Pontiac G8

Phid grows up and buys Godzilla to outrun these assholes.

Yes, it has a Hemi, that you’re about to pay for

Leisure Suits and Gold Chains

1977 Chevrolet Corvette
Crank the bee gees and let your polyester freak flag fly

I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns
Now all down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers, I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

Pink Floyd, Nobody Home

It’s the 1970s.  You are a swinging real estate broker with a taste for Popov and an itchy lead foot that you hope can replace your desperate need for Viagra and blow jobs
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I can see you, Kirk
Can you see me?

Oh, now be honest, Captain, warrior to warrior. You do prefer it this way, don’t you, as it was meant to be?

No peace in our time.
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends.”

Arizona to Gonzo: Bend Over and Take It Like a Man

I am innocent, no matter what that cop on a motorcycle just past the crest of a hill says.

Speed Trap, bike path. We don’t fucking care. We’ll still get you, Gonzo

Any particular reason you are driving 56 in a 55, boy?”

I suppose it could have been worse. I could be paying “Arizona’s Law Firm” to (not) save my ass.