Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the ultimate douchemobile.
This guy's been chillin' in the parking lot of the K-Mart off Rt. 232 (by Gainesville Regional) on a typical Wednesday night. He's been doing burnouts and donuts since 2am. A cop showed up but it's his buddy, they go skeet shooting on the weekends behind his trailer, so he bummed a Natural American Spirit and a swig of Evan Williams off him and peaced out. It's a convertible, so people can see his bald, neckless head, ripped black wifebeater, and kanji tattoos as he tailgates you at 40mph. There's a 15-year old girl in the passenger seat trying to crack open an Olde English 400. Night Ranger "Don't Tell Me You Love Me" is blasting from the Sony Xplod system in the badly-rattling trunk.
What isn't shown in the picture: stick-on Autozone fender vents, "NO FEAR" window cling, NOS bumper sticker (there is no nitrous oxide system installed), and the 1998 Ford F-350 with 22" American Racing chrome wheels and 9" Skyjacker lift kit that he's still making payments on from his job at Shoney's.