In the long and storied history of ugly cars, it's hard to find a creation so brazenly ugly, so unabashedly hideous and so thoroughly repulsive it immediately induces thoughts of porcelain worship. Outside it's a quasi bulging off-road SUV-cum-sedan, stretched out with six independent doors and topped with stylish roof racks. In the front we're greeted with a classy Snidely Whiplash mustache with an equally appealing grille guard to protect it. We're not positive, but those look like first generation Ford Focus headlights. Rather than style the rear of the car they just covered up a third of the real estate with tail lights.

Inside things get spectacular. The driver is treated to a wood-grained steering wheel and a vinyl cover over what looks like a late 90's Audi dash. In the night club owners compartment, we see heavily embossed vinyl seats with a handmade television kiosk. Curtains provide ultimate privacy which will be enhanced by the television-topping candelabra.

Truly, this is a magnificent piece work. We commend the creators and recommend they build more of these things in a similar fashion. The world needs to be reminded how lucky they are to have professionals designing the high volume stuff. [EnglishRussia]

We're willing to fall on either side of this divide. Is it a Cayenne with a replacement window? Maybe. Is it a batshit crazy VW Touareg trying to pass itself off as more than it is? Perhaps. We just know it's further evidence that taste is extraordinarily subjective. (h/t to Thethinggoesbing)

Back when I was young and optimistic, I spent a couple years with MGs as daily drivers (this is the reason I am bitter and cynical now). When you own an MG, you spend a lot of time chasing parts and interacting with difficult men who are a little funny on the subject of British cars. Granted, they aren't as bad as the Corvair purists (because there's no danger they'll mistake you for Ralph Nader and spear you through the throat with a steering column) but they definitely get some scary facial tics when they detect something less than awed reverence for the little clankers from Abingdon. Here's a site for the masochists in that group. Yes, it includes an MGB-GTamino, albeit a very half-assed one. – Murilee Martin

MG Horrors - Fates Worse Than Death [MG Nuts]

Related:
Everything Old is MG Again: The Streetwise in China [internal]

There's a ring of hell under construction for Bondo misusers, where the doomed will cruise an infernal mall parking lot in perpetuity, awkwardly chatting up damned chicks and scoping out spots among the brimstones on which to do donuts. They'll serve their sentence in cars like this, with no sense of proportion, design or economy of form. Remember kids, there's no such thing as "Camaro Summer." – Ben Wojdyla

Incriminating link:
Mostly Muscle Cars

Related:
Camaro Moment of Zen [internal]