I drive a 2002 Saturn SL1. It's about as sexy as pajama pants and a Tweety Bird T-shirt that's two sizes too big. It's a dependable car, and that's all I care about, but there is no turning it into a badass muscle machine.
Doesn't mean some people don't try anyway. Today, coming home from work, I pulled up to the stoplight besides another Saturn SL1, same color as mine except for the bumpers, with an aftermarket wing mounted on the trunk lid.
Doesn't mean some people don't try anyway. Today, coming home from work, I pulled up to the stoplight besides another Saturn SL1, same color as mine except for the bumpers, with an aftermarket wing mounted on the trunk lid.






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