What is it about New Zealanders that makes them so entertaining when they decide to do something stupid in an automobile? For instance, here we watch as a couple of hoonlings build a ramp on the edge of a cliff, cut the doors off a Ford Telstar, and then launch it into the great beyond. Is it the jaunty, yet entertaining accent? The fearlessness of bailing out moments before the car goes plummeting into the abyss? Or is it just the unwavering surety that what they are about to do is a brilliant idea, in spite of the huge level of danger? Bonus points to the chaps for practicing with helmets on, then abandoning them for the actual run.