Our car looks like an El Camino-ized Citroën DS but drives like an E39 and is powered by a hi-tech turbodiesel V8 that puts out 400 HP and 450 lb-ft of torque and still manages to achieve 100 MPG. It hits 60 MPH in 2.3 seconds with a top speed of 201 MPH. It doesn't have a stereo, but the horn plays a random selection from the Minutemen. It's as docile as an El Do when cruising and ferocious as a Viper off the line. It's as reliable as a Volvo 240 and yet it's constantly being destroyed in horrific, Enzo-like crashes only to rise again like a phoenix. It is... The Jalopnik.
Or, you know, the Pontiac G8 ST.
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