To set the scene, you’re out bombing around in your Viper, maybe even with a hottie in the passenger seat. Traffic is heavy, but you are slicing and dicing like Fangio. Life is good, and as soon as you see daylight at the end of the tunnel you are cruising through you’re going to punch it and really show that chick what the big bad Viper is all about. Bad idea.

Just before things go all Picasso for the Viper, all four of its giant meats are locked in a smoky death grip with the pavement. This one looks like it hurt.