N Roll

Who needs Eat, Pray, Love when you barely have to search to find rock-n-cheer on the back of a car? Just the sight of this ride made me feel like I was at a punked out concert with rad tunes backed by hip-hop dancers in ill-fitting garb.

Okay, a little exaggeration never killed anyone. We are, however, certain that movies like Drumline (we are happy to admit we don't know just how many exist) have, in fact, killed people. Whether it's punch-drunk boredom induced by either a complete lack of plot or one-liners worthy of Arnold Schwarzenegger, these flicks have taken years off the lives of people like this driver. We're just waiting for the study.

Like a Fox

What do you think the average Friday night is like for the operator of this motor vehicle? If you guessed "turning tricks" you would be sorely mistaken, unless you meant teaching and rewarding tricks. Yes, we can only assume that weekends are packed with walks (not long walks on the beach), trips to the grooming salon and snoozing with dog hats and scarves (literally) for this lady.

One can only imagine who she is referring to when she talks about the men in her life.

Suffice it to say that, when she pasted this sticker on the back of her car where she admits insanity to complete strangers, there is a measurable amount of finality in this lady's prospects.

Snow Blindness

Across the US, these winter months have been extreme. And whenever extreme circumstances take over, we enjoy observing "true color" reactions. Whether people desperately need drama or simply can't fathom the most minute change, weather has brought about the most deliciously entertaining behaviors.

Is this commuter's expression desperate enough? Can you imagine what their addled thought process was before pulling out onto a major road?

It isn't even as if this is the day after some sweeping storm: just get a gander at the road conditions. No, this driver will never be affected by anything behind them. If they can't see you, you can't see them, right?

Gone, Not Forgotten

The question isn't so much why Michael Jackson is on the back of this ride but, rather, why we don't see him on the back of vehicles more often, right? He is responsible for indisputably iconic tunes, if not formerly living proof to an entire generation that ethnicity and sexuality could be quite confusing.

We're not suggesting that you print, cut out and tape up random pictures of the King of Pop, as this driver has seen fit to do. After all, isn't this the kind of garbage that is on sale somewhere?

Surely there must be some better way to memorialize his accomplishments. We do, however, prefer weird photos over cars shuddering under the weight of deafening music.