Same applies to their cars. McCormick's Auctions in the centre of town is an essential visit and offers up some jaw-dropping machinery, from muscle cars to aircraft carrier sized Cadillacs. Last time I was there they had a beige Rinspeed flatnose 911, complete with Testarossa body kit that couldn't have been more 80s if it tried. It was, of course, awful, but spectacularly so.
Anyway, I've just been back to McCormick's and maybe it was the desert sunshine doing odd things to my tyre-kicking senses or just the jet lag but I found myself oddly drawn to this Plymouth Prowler. Complete with trailer. Back at the hotel I proudly Tweeted pictures of it to the folks back home to general incredulity. Over a beer in the hotel, I did some reading up. Things didn't get much better.
"A flaccid little jerk of a car that threatened much but delivered little," concludes the entry to Time's '50 worst cars of all time'. Criticisms included the knock-off hot-rod looks combined with distinctly tepid 214bhp 3.5-litre V6 in place of the muscular Hemi V8 most expected. That and the automatic gearbox, total lack of boot space (explains, if not excuses, the trailer I guess) and flaky build add up to a car that seems a standing joke among serious car nuts.