Taking a perfectly good car and intentionally beating it to death for fun is a crime against nature, but if the car you're set on obliterating is already well on its way to that great junk heap in the sky, why not have a little fun with it?
I've told you how my idiot friends and I came to be in possession of one of the most worthless cars known to man, a done-in 1977 Mercury Cougar sedan. Now I'll let you in on how we destroyed it. Day-to-day hooning didn't help the car, but one set piece-worthy flailing hammered the final nail into its figurative coffin. A week of offroading, drag racing, and a 100+ mph flight down an interstate hit the nail right on the head.