To clarify, high-end SUV + Bluetooth headset (no doubt used to make tomorrow’s spa appointment) = ostentation. Of course Bluetooth in and of itself is not ostentatious, but its use in a high-end SUV is. I stand by “ostentatiously”.

Also, “one-handed steering” doesn’t bother me at all (I drive a stick shift), but pervasive lack of attention does, Bluetooth or no Bluetooth.

Yugo
Chevy Vega

How does one wear a bluetooth earpiece “ostentatiously”? Is there some way of clipping an earpiece to your ear that is the equivalent of wearing an izod lacoste polo shirt with the collar turned up? Is it akin to the yellow-gold Rolex? What is it? Do you prefer to see more one-handed steering?

John’s right. Whatever’s ostentatious about wearing bluetooth earpieces, you’re going to see alot more of them. Which I suppose will take the ostentation right out of it.

Phil

I apologize to everyone, I don’t want to derail this into a discussion of cell phones and driving. Just describing the totems of the booboisie as I see them.

Ostentatious? Not really. In fact, in many states hands-free is the only legal way to use a cellphone while driving. California’s law in that regard kicks in on July 1st of this year.

You need to “beat that.”

Tribeca with Truck Nutz. Maybe not classy, but… it’s a hybrid.

Some broke-ass redneck who works at a gas station might drive a ‘93 Ford Tempo every day, winter or summer… rust, hubcap missing, goofy bumper stickers… But the same ‘93 Ford Tempo could also be driven by someone like me (minus stupid bumper stickers) as a winter beater while my wagon is safely stowed for the winter.

A limo should be purpose-built, like the old Fleetwood 75s or Mercedes Pullmans.

Almost as bad as stretch limos are “riced-out” small cars with ill-fitting body kits that are oil
burners, to boot.

Or anything with truck nutz. I’m not a prude–I’m all for offensive lyrics, scantilly clad women, and violent video games, but truck nutz offend me.

So it’s basically the Mustang in the photo minus all the performance potential.

Because t-tops are sweet, duh.

The poor:

About 10 years ago, the lowest form of motoring life was a Jersey Guido, wearing a wife-beater, driving a Camaro, or its more repulsive sibling the Firebird. Today, it’s any Japanese econobox junker with a section of aluminum bleacher bench used as a wing, and fart-can muffler. Any car where the tacked on JC Whitney crap and bling-tastic wheels are worth more than the car.

Yuppie douche-bags:

Excalades. Hummers. Any hybrid with “holier than thou” bumper stickers. Most any “luxury sports car” — Lexus SC430, Cadillac XLR etc.

BTW, the image of the girlfriend’s mother makes me cringe. Botoxed, mall-crawling, waste of flesh residing in her vinyl-clad, particle-board suburban McMansion. Use that daughter as a temporary fluid receptacle if you’d like, but do not say, “I do.” I can guarantee you that the poison was passed on in her mother’s milk.

Neon with portholes. Check that – ANYTHING with portholes.

I agree wholeheartedly.

And add to that, cars with generic logos tagged on them.

A Honda Civic Type-R that isn’t really a Type-R?

A Hyundai Accent with a hood scoop?…and still sporting 14″ wheels?