When my trusty last car died, I had to confront the long-held fantasy that my "next car" would be a vintage black late-'70s Trans Am with a big, gold Firebird on the hood. You know, like the Smokey and the Bandit car.
It's probably just my small town Michigan roots--I grew up around a lot of garages and barns full of dudes overhauling muscle car engines.
But it obviously wasn't a wise idea for me to actually purchase and rely on a car like that. I'm not a real gearhead, so I wouldn't be able to maintain it without a major lifestyle change. And besides, I live in a climate with epic, snowy, ice-coated winters. And muscle cars have fucking rear wheel drive! Ridiculous!
So I got another drive-it-til-it-dies Civic. It just happened that the Civic I got is the S.I. "high performance" edition, with 197-hp. Not exactly Fast and Furious material but she really is torquey. She accelerates so fast, I skip shift from second to fourth gear all the time. And she hopped a 1 ft. tall ice wall for me one time when I got plowed into my parking spot. So there's that! But still, she's a low-emission utilitarian econobox, and as far from badass as you can get without driving a minivan or a Taurus.
So as an act of both burning tribute and open self-mockery, I decided that if I couldn't get a kickass Trans Am, I might as well emblazon my Civic with that badass Firebird logo. Most people giggle when they see it, which was my hope. Anyway, I always wanted to pose on top of a car like Tawny Kitaen in that one '80s music video. If the glamorous Tawny does her posing on the hood of a Jaguar, then it makes sense I'd do mine on the roof of a hail-beaten Civic hatchback. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Mouth print swimsuit: Rando Ebay find
Sunglasses: Giant Vintage
Dollar sign earrings: Belonged to the mom of an awesome work friend