Pine-lime splice on wheels

Yesterday, Mrs Impala and I were driving the Kitten home when I noticed we were being followed by a car that looked just like a giant pine-lime Splice.

It was a "sporty" (that is, jelly-mould) Ford something-or-other, driven by the sort of under-20 male driver who probably chose the car "to pick up the chicks mate, pick up the chicks!". The Kitten made the observation that the only girls that car would impress would be 13 year-olds from the Pines who'd be swept off their feet by the fact it wasn't a baby-poo brown Ford Cortina.

Hmmm... maybe you had to be there. It was a lot funnier live.