So here we have a rowdy bunch of beer-swilling hoons plopping a beater Geo Metro on a dyno and mainlining increasing doses of nitrous into its poor tiny 3-cylinder heart. The Metro's engine actually survives a lot longer under this treatment than one might think, and produces some crowd-pleasing pyrotechnics to boot. The question we need to ask ourselves: is it true hoonage if the car doesn't move?

Hoon of the Day: Sprint Jumping [internal]