There is this purple, souped-up low rider car that drives around downtown San Diego, bumping music and working its hydraulics, and tourists friggin’ LOVE IT. That is, they love it until they realize that is has the horrible phrase “STATUTORY GRAPE” splashed across the back. It’s always hilarious to see them “oooh” and “aaaahhh” until the thing rounds the corner and see that it’s named after a sex crime, when they gasp and put their camera down all embarrassed-like.

It must be somewhat similar to when people see this gaudy-ass gold Ferrari driving around the streets of London. They freak out, bring out their video cameras and follow it around as it revs its engines and pauses for dramatic effect. And then as it speeds off in a cloud of obnoxious dust, they realize that the driver has got to be the biggest douche bag in the history of car ownership, so they put their cameras down, delete the video and mentally berate themselves for feeding into his small-penis ego. At least, that’s probably what I’d do.