We've all been outraged when some covenant was broken. The Porsche 911 gets cooled by water, Ferrari adopts flappy paddles, they're remaking "Arthur" with Russell Brand. Progress? Or a sacred bond shattered? What's the worst case of automotive blasphemy?
How we feel about our favorite cars accrues over years—photo by photo, race by race, street-sighting by street-sighting. When an automaker or a callous customizer or some kid with an AutoZone card deigns to mess with it, we get righteously pissed. This is your outlet, a release valve if you will, against the harm others have rendered unto your heartthrobs. Get your revenge by exposing these blasphemers! Can I get a witness?
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