This was the one I was drawn to as well... The irreverent goat hauling an idol of Baphomet stuck dead center in the middle of all these other crazy motherfuckers, feeling like he's the most normal one of the bunch.
"But, if I'm the most normal... I'm scared to death of society."
Yup, as much as I vibe with the doughnut, getting to the roof trunk is a nightmare in a single story building, and every turn risks a surprise roadtrip to a nearby window. It's much harder to upset the pickle, and it it can run on vinegar!
Because it's more practical as a vehicle. It's more aerodynamic, probably more reliable since there will probably be parts available, and you won't get weird looks from other cars on the road.
Needless to say I was not a very imaginative kid. Guess that's what happens when you're raised by a down-to-earth, jerk of a father. I wasn't even allowed to believe in Santa.
I think it's a whole lot easier to find some cheese or hot dog than parts for some weird metallic car, and if you don't care about aerodynamics it can't get you.
I love the spaced out look on his face. It's a look that says "I'm purposefully, blissfully unaware of reality, and if you pop this carefully crafted bubble you will suffer the wrath of the elder gods."
