The whip.

This is the vehicle we "hopped" into to go to the bar. Our seats were either fertilizer bags or metal flooring. Fiona sat on my lap, and I held onto her for dear life as we entered a one way street, and we of course were going the wrong direction. Then we parked in a handicap spot. Oh and our drivers...well I think the driving and the van speaks volumes already. But aside from their appearances, they were pretty cool.

WOD: sensato - sensible