In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a die-hard minimalist. With the notable exception of a moon phase display, the only complications I love are on the menu of my local greasy spoon. That’s because I value legibility. Saying that, I also value humor. And there’s nothing funnier in the horological sphere than watches that make me feel like I’ve dropped acid. Like the Cartier Crash watch, and the timepiece above . . .