Inside a Ford Taurus, on I-140.
Me: "Geez, that's ugly."
Gunsmith Bob: "What is?"
Me: "The gear selector there. I know some guy armed with a twenty-pound brain, a degree, and a pocket protector plugged the average measurements of the human hand and arm into a supercomputer, and had whole focus groups grab clay sticks to get measurements to boot, but the end result looks exactly like a bent dog turd sticking out of the steering column."