I actually spotted this and saved it some time ago and have been remiss in posting it.  So you’re all grown up, you have a family, you’re surrounded by wee little ones who bear an uncanny resemblance to you.  Yet you yearn for the days of yore when your reckless tendencies made any vehicle under your control instantly hazardous to life and limb.  How do you reconcile?

T-T-T-TURBOVAN

At least, that’s the back story I prefer to believe in…  Otherwise this is pretty stupid.