These are not the kinds of cars that get me to stop walking (or biking) to take a shot. I might take a shot at it, but that’s another story. But when a Malibu of this very milquetoast generation is sporting racing stripes, then I just might stop. Apparently so, in this case.
The question is, what to say about it?
My mind is on more interesting car right now, so I’ll do what ‘Ive done so often: leave it to you.