Fueled by pure hate


Many thanks to Mr. Dearth for introducing me to the car of my dreams. My guess is with an ingenious device such as this, I'd get a thousand miles per gallon. Shit, I could probably fuel the entire eastern seaboard with the anger I generate on my morning commute. So Chris, you say, why don't you just chill the fuck out?

Well, that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?