Diamond Plate

Diamond Plate has always been a pretty cool pattern to me. But, not when it is embossed into the right side of your stubbly face after lying unconscious in the back of some pissed-off, inbred redneck's Ford 4x4 and toted 50 miles out to the middle of the Florida Everglades and left to be dispatched by the reptilian inhabitants because you may or may not have done his little sister wrong.