This terrible font has enraged me for years. I’m talking about that red monstrosity near the top of the truck.
There’s so much style (or whatever) going on here, I can’t tell what letters they’re supposed to be.
So we risked our lives on the highway at 5 a.m. to tailgate and take a picture of it.
Because remembering what you hate in life is just as important as remembering what you love.