Chicken king's stable of rides. (It's not the actual car: his was original and mint).
It's not a grail car, because I only rode in it once, and the highlight was not ludicrous speed, driving on the beach, or cruising campus for topless Western babes jumping in to sex me up. No, the highlight was being ordered to hop out and press the pedestrian button so the light would change faster. Yes, the purpose of this pussy magnets was once again fulfilled in fine form. Yay.