As I'm walking around this fiberglass monstrosity... a greasy guy walks up and the conversation goes like this:
Mechanic: Hi! How are ya!
Lawrence: Good. I'm Rusty. The owner of this thing wouldn't happen to be around, would he?
M: Nope. Why, do you like it?
L: Uhhhh...
L: Actually, I think it's a God-awful piece of crap.
M: (proudly) It's a "Porsch".
L: (to myself) Well, it used to be.
L: What's in the engine bay, do you know?
M: It's a 350.
L: (nodding) What happened to it?
M: Well, lemme tell ya. The owner was having it towed and apparently the tow-truck dropped it.
L: Ouch!
M: Yeah, the owner is having a disagreement over insurance right now.
(...and the conversation rambled on for a while. I wasn't going to open the door to the car because I was afraid that the theme music to Miami Vice would start blaring out at me.)
Moral of the story: Karma for Cars is a real thing. If you put a horrible body kit and hack-job 350 conversion on a car... the universe will help you ruin it "the rest of the way".
Wow.