Everything about a Pagani Zonda is both glorious, and ridiculous. But if you want to reach the pinnacle of glorious ridiculousness, you need to engage in the mundane, the silly, the embarrassing. Like when the battery dies in your million-dollar-plus hypercar, and you need to give it a bump start.
And because it's a Zonda, everyone who gets to put their hands on it begins to burst into uncontrollable smiles.
(Also, I'm convinced that Paganis don't actually exist outside of southern France and Italy. I've seen them outside, yes, but those must've just been mirages. This is their natural habitat.)