I spend a lot of time in the Kissimmee/Orlando area. Spend enough time there and the cringe reflex is burnt right out of you. So many people embrace cringe so hard that it ends up becoming almost wholesome. It is infectious too. At this point, when I see a Dodge Challenger fully wrapped in Naruto and matching colored wheels, I focus on the craftmanship and catch myself imagining my car in a full Dexter's Laboratory wrap. I'm 51.
I used to cringe every time I saw an itasha car. But hey, not my car. If it makes them happy and it's not disproportionately negatively affecting others' safety, then it's actually kinda sick.
I couldn't do it myself. I also haven't been into anime for several years, but I do love me a JDM neoclassic.