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Ah, 70s fashion. I'm torn between going, "Oh my God, I want those not-quite-bell-bottom jeans! They'd look better on me than on you!" and "Why did someone even make that color/pattern of plaid? And why are you wearing it? If someone told you blonds looked good in that shade of orange, they were lying."
And, of course, the eternal, "How can you run that fast in jeans that tight?"
Also, 70s cars have a special boxy ugliness that manages to achieve it's own kind of automotive beauty. Except for Hutch's car, which reminds me of that ancient Volvo my family used to own that would stall out during red lights. It was also missing the trim off one door and minus several hubcaps, but, being a Volvo and built like a tank, had fewer dents.
And, of course, the eternal, "How can you run that fast in jeans that tight?"
Also, 70s cars have a special boxy ugliness that manages to achieve it's own kind of automotive beauty. Except for Hutch's car, which reminds me of that ancient Volvo my family used to own that would stall out during red lights. It was also missing the trim off one door and minus several hubcaps, but, being a Volvo and built like a tank, had fewer dents.