Once upon a time, men were real men. Women were real women. And speed came from strapping yourself into an aircraft drop tank and hauling across a lakebed like a bat out of hell. Plus, there's in-tank video. Hallelujah.
We're not quite sure if this is the real thing or someone's achingly period-correct replica, but frankly, it doesn't matter. Drop tank, we want to have your babies. Tiny little drop tanks. All over the Smith house. (We'll name them things like "Tankerbell" and "Tanky Junior," teach them to play Little League, have reunions at Bonneville every summer. It'll be great.)