Me: "Mark, you know that car has no air conditioning, and is really loud on the inside."

Mark: "I don't care, I'd just park it in the back yard and look at it. And, you know, try to convince girls to drape themselves over it."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a weird car guy falls on his knees and starts worshiping it. No, really.

Me: "..."

Mark: "Yeah, not what I had in mind."

Some people own cars named Trans Am. Others own cars who've won Trans Ams. I'm not either. But I got a nifty picture!

I want one of these. Some day.

Ellen wants a bunch of these. And yet this was the best picture she got of them. Much more important to be dramatically annoyed with the husband than to take good pictures!