Years ago I remember reading a Peter Egan story about his love of the Bugeye Sprite. There was a bit in there about how much fun the little cars were to drive. You could race through an intersection at full opposite lock, at 35 mph and nobody would even notice that you were having the time of your life.

Today, Tom Ford over at Top Gear is telling the same tale:
Now I’ve come to the conclusion that I actually really get off on strange little cars that require more driver input.
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There is a reason that tattoo shops aren’t allowed to ink folks under 16 or 18 depending on where you are. Youth and stupidity go hand in hand. Case in point, the spud pictured above. A Chevy Cavalier of all things. This dude is doomed to stocking shelves in the local grocery store for the rest of his life.

I’ve been jonesin’ for a tatty for years, but have wanted to be sure that it was the right image. It had to be automotive art and it couldn’t look like that abomination above. It had to be something classic and tasteful.
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