All right car guys, let's hear it. You know you've seen them, abominations that never should have been created, hacked together by someone with a deviant mind.
For example, my father, back in the early seventies, bought a '67 Corvette roadster that was lightly hit in the front but still driveable. He picked it up very cheap. Why? Because in addition to the light, easily repairable damage, someone had removed the original 327 cubic inch motor and replaced it with a 283 with a two barrel carb.
Now, it's a mortal sin to do an engine swap on a car like that in the first place. I hate it when the numbers don't match on something like that. But a 283 with a two barrel? What the hell? Did the Arab Oil Embargo of those days put The Fear in them or something? Why would you do that?
Another one that sticks in my mind was a few years ago. I was riding down a country road with Mrs. Sauron at the wheel as usual, and doing what I normally do since they medically revoked my license, sightseeing. We were just passing a mobile home sitting on a piece of land cut out of some very good pasture that surrounded it when I saw it.
Someone had taken a Triumph Spitfire, yes, the small, two-seat British sports car, and put it on a monster truck chassis. And I mean MONSTER TRUCK! It was like a Spitfire sitting atop the chassis from Bigfoot or Gravedigger! It looked tiny and scared up there. And you needed a damn step-ladder to get in, I'm sure.
What gets into your head that makes you look at a nice little British sports car and think, "Ya know, that there would look better if it had four wheel drive, a lift kit, and some monster mud tires!"
So, there's a couple of examples. Let the parade of horrors begin!