He was merely a hoon-enabler.

The nub of it seems to be that it is like satisfying your demanding lover.

"I only wish all five had died and in agonzing pain."

Maybe they should have had a good peer.

"I drive a 260Z"

At least their manufacturers still acknowledge unions.

Fine, as long as the duel is between certified sale number 12 of the VR1200, and the latest Veyron.

If you're trolling this, you are a tedious hateful twat.

That would be the point addressed in my opening sentence. The Vixen, Tamar, Grantura and all the rest were decidedly not supercars.

Why do people record every fart and bleep of their unremarkable lives and post it on the internet in the first place? Why?

They just made a hash of everything.

You might remember Panther for their Jaguar SS and Bugatti Royale homages. Even the Eldorado-engined 6-wheel roadster. But near the end, they were trying to market re-upholstered Triumph Dolomites as mini Rolls Royces. 18 examples of the Panther Rio were built, apparently.

Except that apart from the very mad things at the end, they weren't supercars.

'Great Wall Coolbear' might have usurped 'Bongo Friendee' in my list of personal favourites.

Helluva way to lose your job. Fired, and the sack.

No, it's true. Between your view and the real world, lies a vas differens.

About 6 years ago, the Jalopnik Fantasy Garage looked like this. Has anything been made since then that is so wonderful, it could replace any of these?

Rear-hinged doors are only 'suicide' if they are the front ones.

He is competent player of association football, for Chelsea and England.

"Superman is obviously Indian! Only in India, can man run faster than train!"