So maybe we can all agree that the most renowned and highly anticipated pimped car in the entire history of man is…the Batmobile. C’mon, even back when I was a kid, that I could tell. OK, so perhaps the DeLorean DMC-12 in “Back to the Future” is worth mentioning, but Bruce Wayne’s car, which had been a kick-ass product of mind-blowing evolution (search the Web for its detailed history), has got more umph and sophistication than Doc’s car-cum-time machine invention.
And so I thought this could only live in the glossy pages of comics and the digital reality of video games and movies, and could be marveled upon in some museum or car exhibit or what-have-you. Guess what? I was wrong.
No, I am not speaking of the Batmobile soon doing its daily rounds in the highways of Washington, or say, more specifically Pennsylvania Avenue. But something close to it actually had and will continue to roll wherever its owner roams. Presenting The Obamamobile!
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I know. Wow, right?
With its bodywork fortified by a sturdy compound of steel, aluminum and titanium; armor-plated, eight-inch thick doors; shred- and puncture-resistant wheels; bomb-protected chassis; built-in night vision cameras and action shotguns and tear-gas cannons, even The Joker will have a hard time twisting and bending his maniacal thoughts cutting this car on the highway and barging his way in it.
Now that is top-class customization!
It is interesting to note, too, that, unlike Batman, Mr. Obama is spared of the rigidity of driving as The Obamamobile has a designated chauffer, which is, take note, trained by the CIA. So in case there are some hostilities out there, you know, homing missiles from Iraq or even laser blasters courtesy of Martians, Mr. Obama can diss the troubles of driving through or away from them and just sit back and (somehow) relax to the tune of Bob Dylan and Stevie Wonder (said to be among his musical preference), which he can play in the car’s remote-controlled ten-CD changer. Cool.
If the President can have a car like this (thanks, General Motors), perhaps some generations from now, the common man—me, me, me, I want one—can also enjoy the overwhelming luxury of this ride. After all, we are all for democracy.
And of course, customization.
