Carfartaly VI

This car is unapologetic in its ugliness. It celebrates its crass lack of taste, wallows in its own blatant boorishness and, frankly, it actively invites you to hate it. This orange – yes, orange – Ford Mustang, with the words “Catch me if you can” etched on the rear windscreen, is a car crime that could only come from Kuwait. And it did. At 200kmh. 

Appropriately enough, we spotted the car in line at the drive-in window of a fast-food restaurant, demonstrating that the owner’s love of basic, unsophisticated American pleasures extended to diet as well. And when we wandered around his vomit-coloured vehicle with a camera-phone, the owner extended a dish-dashed arm to collect the 42 brown bags full of cholesterol and paused long enough for us to complete our shots. He was, we are convinced, delighted that his car had struck a chord with the public. We half expected him to produce a pen so he could sign an autograph. No, sir, this small article is the only memento we require.