When a run-of-the-mill Ferrari just isn't exclusive enough. Or expensive enough. I burn with jealousy...no, wait...that's the clap. I am jealous, though.

Gold rims. Fuckin' A.

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Hrm. I'm sure glad that wasn't *my* three million smackaroons and Enzo (would that I had such problems disposing of my income, however). This angle of this photo has me picturing hapless pedestrians separated from their feet by this bumper-by-X-acto. The wheels look like they came out of a Lego set. The rear license plate is a real shame, too, but not much you can do about that.

That bumper/splitter/surgical scalpel has me thinking, too, that apparently anything goes at the DMV if you're titling what amounts to a kit car. Fire-spouting, acid-tipped spikes on the bumper? No problem! Shred-o-matic hub caps? Bring 'em on! Well, you get the idea. :-)

The car reminds me (blalor's noted photo in particular) of the talking typewriter-cockroach-thing in "Naked Lunch". I can just imagine that fucking car pestering its owner to rub some powder on its lips. Disgusting.

The car's OK, I guess. And it's gotta be an ego trip to Schwing! your $4 million cock extender and slap the assembled throngs with it.

But once again, it proves that money may be able to buy style but it can't buy class ... gee James, Thanks For Sharing.

I still think that this is a waste of an Enzo. Letting customers redesign cars is a BAAAAAD idea. Apparently money does not equal taste.

All Glickenhaus had to do was call up GM 10 years ago and offer to buy the Pontiac Banshee before they sent it to the crusher. It'd been cheaper.

Supercrack is the only possible explanation for this abomination.

I imagine the design sessions being not unlike that boob sorting scene in frankenhooker.