There’s not a line of pithy prose I can muster that would even come close to partially capturing the sheer ridiculousness pictured here. Heading home from Union Square the other night, I ran into this enigma of an automobile. Like a messed up minotaur, this baby is all Impala on top, jacked-up 4×4 on bottom. It’s so interesting to think about what was going through the owner’s head when he conjured this thing up. The best part…it’s a company car for what appears to be an accounting service. I simply cannot make this shit up.