Let's face it: Twenty-odd years hence, the 1985 Corvette's rose isn't exactly dewy in the best of conditions. In fact, maybe this eye-tingling art-car sendup is a response to how poorly the '85's aged. At least its owner's priorities are in order.

"Women love this car. Every time I stop for gas, women come up to me. I could have as many girlfriends as I want -- old ones, fat ones, anything."

Though, we'd imagine, probably not red-green colorblind ones.

 

Yikes! I just threw up in my mouth.

 

+1... then reaches for the nexium bottle, chews not swallows a handfull and still throws up in my mouth again!

 

That car is hideous!

 

That is a crime against autos

 

He said it right - He could only get old or fat girls with that POS.