Here's the spangled glitter sportsjacket - that set off every radar dectector, and garage door opener within a five block radius - that Ray heisted from a 70s retro party the night before.

Note the disco ball . . .

   

The jacket is made of thousands
- I mean THOUSANDS - of little silver spangles that give new meaning to the term "a thousand points of light."
 
 
 
 

Ray is starting to feel the vibe of the jacket to the point where he's beginning to resemble John Lennon.
   
    Just before belting out his rendition of "Imagine," Ray suddenly forgot the words.
   
     

He is now fully ready to take on all auto related questions concerning carburetors, landau roofs, and 8-track tape players . . .
   
Chris could not take the picture any closer than this for fear of the camera flash shattering from the glare.