In Southern California, we have plenty of Disney fanatics. It’s kinda sad. You would think that our proximity to Disneyland would incite the kind of landmark indifference enjoyed by most other major city dwellers. New Yorkers ignore the Statue Of Liberty and San Franciscans steer clear of Alcatraz, one would hope we’d all be too cool for The Happiest Place On Earth. But instead, I see adults all over Los Angeles sporting Donald Duck bomber jackets, Mini Mouse fine jewelry and worst of all… the Disney car accessories.
And as if the front wasn’t freaky enough, its rear end is even more disturbing. They even spent real money on making their Mickey obsession crystal clear:
because when someone commits to additional chrome on their vehicle, they’ve really put the nail in the freak show coffin. But add up the seat cover, steering wheel cover, vanity plate AND chrome letters.. oh, Mickey..you blow my mind.
Honestly, I’m also a little confused about this guy. The Disney accessories are atrocious but the car choice itself is pretty sweet (for more of my love for Mini see Car Slut Confessions: Mini Me). I mean if it had been a Toyota Yaris or even a Fiat, I would get it. Even the base model Mini would’ve been an acceptable match. But it baffles my mind that the kind of person that’s obsessed with an animated rodent can rock a twin turbo go kart. It’s just against the laws of nature. And then putting one on top of the other is nothing short of blasphemous. But maybe this guy is just young. Maybe he just needs a few more years and someone to climb his Space Mountain and then he’ll see the error of his ways. Now that I think of it, I’ve got just the girl:
Go ahead Mickey, get freaky!