Al-you-min-ee-yum

Jeep with a rollcage. No doors, so it's easy to make sure you puke outside the car; if you do get any inside it's bare metal so you don't have to clean puke out of carpet should you miss the ENTIRE OUTSIDE WORLD, lots of fresh air to keep the nausea down, and you get the awesome jungle-gym for your drunk ass to use…

hnnnnng

ALL HAIL!

This sold me on Hybrids:
firing up that V8 at the end of the pit... ughh!!!

In that case they should airdrop it over the Himalayas or something to troll future archaeologists.

Can't see it.

The guy with 10 time out dolls against his 1957 Chevy.

Give 'em the D.

BMW i8.

Not yet lost to history, the Mustang Boss 302 Laguna Seca. As I recall, the lap times were pretty damn close to those of a contemporary M3, which is pretty good for a car that cost thousands less, and was dragging a stick axle around.

The best? BMWs own.

Magnum PI reboot.

I did the research for you: Veyron tires.

Only $42,400, baller on a budget?

There's probably better ways to do an impression of Ron Rivera play calling

Justin. Beiber.

Women. If they ain't Fauria they're against ya.