Fourth Generation Mazda B2000

I get the same depressed feeling from this truck that I get when I go to a casino and witness the miserable, chain smoking old people camping out at the slot machines. Their eyes tell the whole story:

“This started out fun and I’m not sure exactly where I went wrong, but now I’m fucked.”

Between the mail slot scoop, the lights, the racing stripes color matched to the prancing horse vanity plate and not to the roll bar (which matches the Durango in the background perfectly, strangely enough), the flex pipe exhaust stacks with the flaps facing horizontally, and the fact that it’s kind of a semi rare old Mazda, I don’t feel even remotely¬†qualified¬†to try and wager a guess as to what kind of person drives this thing. Willy Wonka maybe? Who knows.

Your guess is as good as mine.

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About Mike Ross

I love anything you can drive. But I love it even more if it has a small block Chevy or Ford motor, a turbo, four wheel drive, is a hatchback, or was made in the 80s. My ideal car would be a combination of all of these things, and I'm working on building a time machine so I can go back to the 80's and convince Chevy and Ford to collaborate on a twin-engine, single turbo 4x4 XR4Ti/Fox Mustang/Third Gen F-body and hide one in a mineshaft for me to recover in brand new condition. Look for a blog post about it just as soon as it happens. Or maybe it already did, and I've already posted about it in the future and the internet just needs to catch up with it. Okay, my head hurts, never mind.