Not content with removing the need to understand gear-changes, they’ve even removed the need for a sense of balance. In fact, everyone I’ve seen ride one of these has had all semblance of roadcraft removed, too.
Oh, you ride one? You can fuck off. Don’t hang around my blog. It’s for people who like proper vehicles.
I hate these. I occasionally see a smug-looking fucker in one on my commute. I have to resist kicking it over as I pass. What sort of deranged person wants an enclosed motorcycle? With a seatbelt?
The lack of spatial-awareness of the typical London scooterist is breathtaking. I keep on having to lift the fuckers out of the way to park my bike.
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WTF was the concept behind this? Lazy advertising, badly executed. For a luxury brand, too.
Rolls-Royce Ghost - by Giedre Sarkunaite
It’s fucking hideous. There’s nothing here that speaks to fantastic coachwork. It’s not a Royce.
Got blink?
Starring: Bugatti Veyron Pur Sang
(by Pixelklinik)
This isn’t a Bugatti. It’s a very, very expensive VW/Audi.
Now, I’ve never driven one. Probably never will. But despite the impressive (German) engineering, I think it’s just wrong for it to wear a Bugatti badge. It bears no lineage from the classic Bugattis, other than the badge on its nose, and that’s what I find offensive about it. If it’s not been raced, it ain’t a Bugatti - it’s just a plaything for vulgar, rich twits.
I’d get this if those wheels were on a W10 Phaeton. But I suspect that whoever assembled this chav-chariot just thought it looked ‘phat’.
Idiot. There’s a special place in hell for car abusers like this.
Range Rover Evoque - Victoria Beckham + Range Rover = Loathing:
It’s like the guys at Tata/Land Rover/Jaguar have found a really targeted way to piss me off. I’m sure this’ll be a best-seller, because it’s apparent to me that the majority of people are morons. Bet the car-park at Westfield has a few of these in every bay. This is some sort of sick revenge for the British Empire ballsing up India.
Anyway. I can’t express how much I loathe the concept of this thing. (Whilst I’m sure it’s a well-engineered piece of machinery, I can’t see beyond the ‘celebrity endorsement’, or the kind of person this car’s marketed at.) It’s as though having an entire generation of Landies and Jags built by BL wasn’t punishment enough.
I used to love Landies and Jags. Now they’ve turned them into cars for footballer’s wives. You’ll soon find me reduced to driving (nursing them back to life on the A303) Gilberns and Scimitars as a protest.
Fuck you Tata.
Departures: Hateful magazine. Makes the paper it’s printed on worthless. The design’s really lazy, too. (Taken with instagram)
God, I hate this magazine. It’s made me rant every time it lands on my doormat. Utterly pretentious, vulgar, materialistic load of old cack. Now I’m a fan of good design and craftsmanship, but features on jewel-encrusted baubles and over-priced tat for the wealthy and aspirational make me feel sick.
Yes, I know I have an ‘upmarket’ Amex card. I use it because it works out cheaper (for me) than regular credit-cards. Not because I want to be part of the ‘jet-set’, Tatler and Vogue crowd. Anyone who needs to be told what to spend their money on needs to be paying more tax. A lot more tax, if they can seriously consider buying a £35,000 wristwatch.
I wish the chimp was a better shot.
via the Register:
WTF??? Seriously. What sort of drugs are they on at BMW? This is wrong on so many levels.
Where do I start? Bankers, traders, wheeler-dealers, ‘entrepreneurs’, estate-agents. Simon Cowell. People who drive BMW 4x4s or Rolls Royces. They guys who all got away with fucking the world over. And leaving everyone else to pick up the bill.
Then the idiots that we are go and vote for half-arsed politicians who carry on letting the fuckers get away with this shit. I don’t know who to hate the most sometimes. Us for being weak and scared, or them for taking advantage of that?
Hugo Boss: Reichszeugmeisterei-licensed (official) supplier of uniforms to the Sturmabteilung, Schutzstaffel, Hitler Youth, National Socialist Motor Corps and other party organizations.[10] (thanks, Wikipedia)
I don’t care if it was in the past. The man was a fucking Nazi, and wearing Hugo Boss clothes celebrates how easily we forget history.