I was walking home from lunch today when I spotted this fine specimen of human engineering parked in front of my apartment building (and, no, I don't mean that it's my apartment building as in "I own it," but that I live there):

Yup - she purrrrrrs like a kitten (with emphysema)
Now, crappy cars aren't all that rare. I see them all the time.
Heck - I've owned a few. I even have friends who still have 'em (hi, Aika).
What's cool about this one is what's visible in a detail shot of the cockpit:

Nobody's gonna steal my ride, baby
Yup. That's The Club in there.
Kind of makes you wonder if The Club is there to protect the car, or if the car is there to protect The Club.
Whatever it is, having The Club on a car like that is like chaining a used diaper to a trash can: You really don't have to go through all that extra effort to stop me from running off with it.