Like we hashed out at the beginning of the last page, he is an Indian, and as such there is nothing he loves more then shiny shit. Like a racoon, or a
Jew. Just like a
you can make fun of for loving deep fried chicken till you are blue in the face, but he will still love, and eat deep fried chicken...
At the end of the day there is a reason silver spray paint is called Indian chrome.
Just so we are clear, I think it is hideous too: polished holset, tow hooks, vacuum manifold, and all the other ricer bits. I also know that it is in his blood, and he will keep on doing it no matter what we tell him, I have been telling him not to buy ricer parts since he sold the neon and bought barney.