I was driving behind this car for several lights before realizing the source of my sudden onset of mild annoyance : aftermarket Playboy Bunny taillight coverings.



Let's not discuss the likelihood that this vehicle's owner is affiliated with Playboy, nor the merit in appropriating such an affiliation. Nor shall we toy with the idea that, like a Mazda Sport, the Mazda Sex is an upgrade option and these taillight coverings didn't cost a trillion dollars. Let's just suppose that Hugh Hefner was bumping around Santa Fe on Sunday in his custom-made Mazda on his way to Sam's Club.

Show us what has left the back of your eyelids burning. Send pictures of visual trespass and peculiarities to copyeditor [at] sfreporter.com, subject “eyedropper.”