When confronted with pinguid puddles of mud, I usually say “gross” and find something better to do. But in a vintage Land Rover Defender, I shifted into Low, and plowed in.
If any random driver is going to get pulled over for an infraction, itís the insouciant older gentleman in the ululating, $200,000, radioactive warbler-colored convertible. So donít expect me to goose it and give chase when you engine brake alongside me in your stanced-out, white smoke-belching 2002 M3.
Much of Downtown Los Angeles reeks of human urine. Far more than the artisanal coffee roasters and perfumeries that have taken root down there, the Porsche Panamera Turbo is the antidote* for this fetor.
*The larger and tragic issues surrounding the indigent homeless population require massive social service investment, and perhaps a revolution.