We suppose that surreal is subjective. By and large we'd think of a Ford Taunus stuffed full of overly-turboed Cosworth power as generally, awesome, if a little bit foreign. But when one builds a full-race Moskvitch in primer, with no back window, apparently to allow air-fuel-mixture calibration via inhalation, surreal creeps into our Californian brain. We're assuming that the language is Finnish. And well, the Finns are a somewhat surreal people in the first place — just look, they dress like a cross between circa-1997 emo kids and aged Ulster pub patrons.