I always knew that convertible of yours was more important than me. I hated the way you pampered that big piece of steel while barely glancing my way. Well I bet I have your attention now! Just think of me as a WICKED Cinderella wearing clear glass slippers -- and that car of yours is about to turn into a 'pumpkin'. And if my giant shoes don't destroy your pampered Porsche, perhaps my giant tires will finish it off!