Your car is still a piece of crap.

Where I come from, we call crappy, dilapidated cars "beaters". Apparently, in CA, they are known as "hoopdies". Whatever you call it, this rant is for all you drivers of cars nearing death, who still try to "pimp your ride".
If you drive around an 86 Buick with a missing bumper, a rusty paint job, and more dents than Ray Liotta's face, do you REALLY think that adding 20 inch rims is going to make your car look hot? No, dumb ass, it makes the shit level of your car INCREASE. Because 1) Gigantic rims are the dumbest thing ever. Sure, SOMETIMES they look good...on NICE, new cars. But they are a stupid investment. They're expensive, and you go through all sort of trouble and then if you hit one bad bump on the freeway...they're done for. Stupid. And 2) Adding something expensive looking to something that looks like it drove through LA during the street riots, then took a salt bath, then was used as a toy in the lion pen at the Zoo, just draws attention to your cars flaws. It's like a really, really ugly person dying their hair platinum blond. It'll catch your eye, but then you look further and it will burn your retinas with its grotesque-ness. So add flashy trinkets to your "beater" all you want...it's STILL a dilapidated piece of crapola.

And while we're on this topic, if you ARE one of the lucky few people out there who can afford to have a really nice vehicle, why do you feel the need to get a vanity plate telling the world what kind of car you drive? I can see that you are driving a BMW, Mr. Arrogant Ass, I do not need to read your license plate that says "MyBeemr" to figure that out. OR, even better, Ms. Stuck Up Snob, who needs to let us know that she only married for money with "Drswife". I'm glad you have accomplishments of your OWN to be proud of as you spend all of your husbands money, you trashy gold digger. No one cares that you married a doctor... and no one will be surprised when your husband divorces your cash-mooching ass for a 20-year old nurse. Vanity plates seem like a fat waste of money to me anyway, but if you must get one, lay off the snobbery. Your $60,000 car does talking for you. No need to kick all of us po' folk while we're down.