Context is everything. If I came across a beat up 1990 Cadillac Coupe Deville with giant goddamn bullhorns in say, Dallas, Texas, I’d worry the owner is:
3. angry with me for being a peckerwood
4. has a shotgun
But the horny Caddy has New York plates and we’re in Brooklyn, so I think I’m safe. This guy is armed with a sense of humor. And drunk. I can’t imagine doing any of that sober.