Spoilers, and the people that own them
I wish people who had spoilers on their cars knew how much I hate them. Not just the spoilers. The people. I hate them. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look with a spoiler attached to your Dodge Dart? Can you even begin to comprehend the astronomic levels of ridiculousness to which you are currently aspiring? Can that thing even get to 70 mph? Apparently not, because half the people I see with spoilers are driving them 10 miles under the speed limit. There should be a law requiring people with spoilers to drive above a certain speed. Just make sure you don't leave the ground. Oh wait, you've got a spoiler, so you're covered there.
Why do I hate spoilers so much? It's just a ridiculous notion. You have a mediocre car. Deal with it. Sexing it up isn't going to change the fact that you paid under $20,000 for it, and we all know it. It'd be like putting winged sandals on a turtle. I don't care how aerodynamic the sandals look. It's a fucking turtle. It's slow as shit. The only way it gets any speed is if it's being pushed down an icy ski jump.