Ladies and Gentlemen, Menudo!

So we're driving home late last night and I glance at a Shell Station to our left. And I notice a car that must have come from the Garish R Us dealership.
It's a sport compact in the most hideous shade of light pink imaginable. At first, we thought it might be bathed in the headlights of the car behind it, but no, this was a color that would make the late Mary Kay Ash say, "Uh, no!"
To make matters even worse, the driver was a guy. Maybe he was doing his wife or girlfriend a favor and filling up the car, but egads, light pink, practically neon?
Miami Beach on wheels?
Leave it to my wife to wrap things us succinctly. "Never drive a car the color of your stomach lining!"
Now playing left field, Rebecca Ries! Are we a great match or what?