A four door hemi-beating, coyote whoopin, rice rapin, Holden Made Beast, with the Safety of Subis, the lux tech of Lexus, and the imfamous RWD tire shredding 6.2L LS3 power, all wrapped in a sleeper package, with a Chevy Badge...and it has parking assist!
I just double gapped a 392 Hemi Charger on the highway with my Chevy SS Sedan. Ha! He thought it was a Malibu!
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)