There used to be a black first-gen BMW X5 that parked up near my partner's house in the Glasgow's South Side.
Scuffed 22" alloy wheels, mismatched half-bald no-name tyres, bubbly black window tint film, bubbly Gucci-print gold-on-carbon wrap on the bonnet and tailgate, "Arabic prayer" CD dangly tassley thing hanging from the mirror, huge exhaust pipes.
No tax, no MOT (last MOT failed quite comprehensively on various serious defects), no insurance.
Like, come on, guy, try *not* to be the reason that stereotypes exist, eh?
Scuffed 22" alloy wheels, mismatched half-bald no-name tyres, bubbly black window tint film, bubbly Gucci-print gold-on-carbon wrap on the bonnet and tailgate, "Arabic prayer" CD dangly tassley thing hanging from the mirror, huge exhaust pipes.
No tax, no MOT (last MOT failed quite comprehensively on various serious defects), no insurance.
Like, come on, guy, try *not* to be the reason that stereotypes exist, eh?