Apparently this far into our modern futuristic world they still sell hair gel, some men still use bleach only for the ends of said gelled hair, and I’m pretty sure Wal-Mart still stocks those stupid Gilligan hats, somewhere. This Miata is for that person. The person that thinks that Disturbed is the most modern form of aggressive music, and that phones with color displays are quite fancy.
I mean look at this thing with it’s unpainted aftermarket rear spoiler, puffy side cladding, fart can muffler, universal wheels and (most importantly) the “sponsor list” decal of companies down the front quarter. I feel like it might be used to travel back in time, considering I got a picture of it only a few months ago.
One day you’ll experience this vehicle like your father does of his generation’s poorly modified vehicles: Chuckling almost fondly at it’s testorone-fuel childhood stupidity when a 70’s midsize goes down the road with it’s Cragar brand rear wheels sticking out past the body and the ass-end jacked sky high via air-shocks. It’s smog-choked motor pumping a popping, gurgling, rasp from it’s 2″ crush bent exhaust system into glass pack mufflers that dump under the car.
Now we have a new breed of ricer, so this look you see above is just another moment in time. If you see another one haunting the streets in 20 years from now – instead of the 10 years we’re celebrating now – be sure to chuckle at it and remind yourself that your friends were dumb asses.