Mad Maxine ( a true story)

As I sat at the red light, so the Interceptor pulled up behind me. Blacked out side windows created a darkness inside it that the driver seemed swallowed by as he sat there scratching his wrist in a distracted manner. The scoop on the hood stood ready to hungrily rip into the air, the lower radiators gaped like a sharkmouth on an old P40. The wing mirrors.... hang on, the wing mirrors look familiar. And now you mention it, so does the indicator. And that car should never have a spoiler.

You've beefed up a P plate Vectra to look like a post apocalypse muscle car.




You sad wanker.