...He doesn't know it, but he's obviously the happiest person in the world, and someone should tell him.
I'm glad that we can still today, say we live in a world where an ancient Japanese man can turtle around in the La-Z-Boy of an immaculately maintained, anti-socially-large-for-having-only-two-doors, decades old Crown pretending to be Elvis. He's even managed to use his station to wrangle himself a wife young enough that her hair is rendered in color.
The Japanese have officially redefined, and refined, the meaning of "only in America". We should be ashamed of this.
For some reason I get the impression that the windows of that thing are probably tinted to just the degree necessary, to make all youth culture and hentai around you disappear.
...They probably make the world around you appear ten percent poorer than it actually is, too. It's the kind of car I'd love to drive through a seedy alleyway, just to lightly shoo away all the bums who would try to wipe rags across the windshield.
Someday, we will all be this.
Very well put. And that crown is perfect.
And I'm all about anti-socially large 2-doors.
Just fogged up I-75 with the Impala this evening. Nothing quite like tossing it in neutral and dumping a cloud of oil smoke all over tailgaters.
It scares the bejesus out of me that someone, somewhere ordered the Lusitania with front drum brakes.