The 8 Least Politically Correct New Cars
The moral order is highly overrated.
Because nothing says “jerkoff” like a V-12 Lamborghini—pillbox sightlines, a seating position only Romanian gymnasts could find comfortable, the reliability of a stoned Time Warner Cable serviceman. (See: Donald Trump’s Diablo VT, currently for sale). The Aventador may have exorcised some of those demons, but this is one stereotype it still can’t shake.Ian Gavan/Getty Images
It’s a 707-horsepower celebration of destruction. At full duty-cycle, the fuel injectors can fill a pint glass in six seconds. The Hellcat probably does more atmospheric damage than every chili-eating contest in history. But even if it didn’t pack enough power to propel the U.S.S. Missouri, the Challenger would still be a giant two-door muscle car. Which means burnouts. Lots and lots of burnouts.
A pickup that’s tall as Kobe Bryant, weighs north of three tons, extends nearly 20 feet and has a golden badge the size of a football. Add two more wheels onto the rear axle, and you’ve got a truck that’s not only offensively tall, heavy and long, but offensively wide, too. Like, take-up-two-parking-spots-and-give-zero-shits-about-it wide.
There are plenty of sports cars with phallic hoods, potent engines and six-figure price tags. So what earns the F-Type R a place on this list? Simply put…that noise. That raw, V-8 thrash-metal, and all the swoon and head-shaking that follows in its wake.
It’s a heavy, boxy off-roader with military origins. It packs a 621-horsepower, 738 lb-ft twin-turbo V-12 that gets maybe, maybe, 12 mpg. On the highway. With a tailwind. Going downhill. At low tide. Plus, it’s built by the world’s foremost luxury brand and costs $220k. Call it the D-Bagen.
Consider the following: During his senatorial days, Barack Obama drove a 300C. When the media criticized him for talking about fuel economy while pedaling a 5.7-liter Hemi, he ditched the Chrysler for a hybrid. And then was elected President of the United States. If the electorate finds it unpalatable, it’s a winner.
The Z07 package? That adds NASCAR-esque aero, ridiculous tires and squealing carbon-ceramics. And the Z06 ’vert is a shouty package to begin. Factor one of the loudest colors this side of the Vegas Strip, and this thing’s sure to ruffle a few feathers.