Aug 04, 2009
Is there a tagger in New York who didn't put his moniker on this poor Dodge van? If you look through the dozens of scrawls, you'll see that even "grampa" got to sign his John Hancock to his woeful vehicle, right there above the grille.
Good ol' gramps. Nice to see he can get off the porch now and again for a few minutes of felonious fun with a Marks-A-Lot pen and spray-paint can.
Poor van. It lived a long but hard life. And its owner brought this prize clunker into the Paragon Honda in Queens and went out with a new, unblemished replacement. Hopefully, the new one won't be left on the streets where it will become yet another fresh canvas for taggers, who apparently now confuse white vans for whiteboards ever since New York cleaned up its subway system.
"I think it's a winner," says Brian Benstock, the dealer's general manager, who submitted this van for Drive On's search for the worst clunker in America. He had plenty to choose from. He is up to his hips in clunker trade-ins from a busy week.
Help us find the worst clunker in America. If you're giving up your beloved ride under the clunkers program, send us a jpeg photo and description. Send it to me, Chris Woodyard, at cwoodyard@usatoday.com
