Ted tried to convince his brother Ernie that he could stop being queer if he only bought a Cordoba. He urged him to forget the Euro-gay lines of the contemplated Pacer and embrace this manliest of coupes, a vehicle so macho it had the power to convert even the most committed fag. And more: the debt of such a large purchase kept him at Chryslers, and the tactile bliss of rich Corinthian leather engendered a pleasing placebo effect, assuring Ernie’s place within the closeted folds of family BBQs and Knights of Columbus spaghetti dinners. It would be a sweet ride.[Image taken from: The Garage Blog]
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