Here in La La Land, driving a fancy car is no big thang. Buy yourself a G wagon and guess what’ll happen? You’ll park somewhere in West Hollywood next to another G wagon:
Doh!
Because of this, plenty of people take their exotic-anywhere-else-in-the-word automobile and embellish it a little (or a lot). You got your crazy colors:
“I just got an M3!”
“Yawn”
Becomes, “I painted my new M3 electric orange. Let’s go try to pick up skanks in Venice.”
“Ok. Let me just put on some more Drakkar Noir.”
Or you can buy all of the branding your dealership has to offer:
“Don’t you have something with a little more, I dunno … M?”
“Why yes, we do” (Douchebag)
And he’s got another M emblem on his hood too, but I just can’t bear to give this guy anymore attention. It’s gross.
I also spotted this guy who sat idling in his Aventador with the passenger door open (or aloft or whatever) for 20 minutes, while looking around, presumably for admires:
Barf.
So how about this Dude?
Mama likes it. It says “Don’t be scared by my 500 hp, baby. Just be sure to check out my smokin’ hot wheels” Ok, jazzy, now you’ve got my attention.