Seven Days of Dream Car Garages: Day Two by Luke Vandezande

Come on. You want a monster truck too. Admit it. The green, black and purple paint might be a bit much, but imagine driving around with a megaphone growling “gravedigger” at people.

My parents never bought me those Power Wheels when I was a kid and this is the result. For the whole world’s sake, let’s hope I can’t ever afford it.

With the C7 about to be unveiled, it’s hard not to look back at the original corvette. Given the choice, I would take the original any day of the week.

It won’t outperform much these days, but it’ll outclass most cars like tuxedo beside a turtle neck.

My Dad grew up with a neighbor who had one of these. He still tells me stories from time to time about how the guy described driving the car.

With more power than anything that size should ever have, stepping on the gas was like flushing a toilet. You could literally watch the gas gauge draining. Carroll Shelby won’t soon be forgotten, and the cult following these cars have is a big part of that.

It’s expensive. It’s rude. It’s the sort of something you would picture the strip club-owning scumbag everyone hates in the movies owning.

Still, it’s also the only car that could feasibly carry you through a zombie apocalypse, mob riot, or even a warzone in relative comfort and safety.

The gold-plated bottle of vodka and a crazy girlfriend named Ivanka are both just bonuses.

When the AutoGuide team decided to compile these lists, I joked that a Winnebago was going to make my list. After thinking about it, and being mocked by Colum, I realized it was a bad idea.

That’s when I found this. It can store any of the sports cars on this list and make any Wal-Mart parking lot the unwitting host of a Tony Stark-worthy party. You’d better believe this is one of my dream cars. Oh at it costs about $2 million, so I’ll keep dreaming.

Some people will probably tell you the Diablo wasn’t a particularly good product from the company. It was hard to drive, didn’t shift well and to many was an awkward phase for the company before it built the Murcielago.

None of that matters to me. I can still remember being in the third grade and spotting a sports car calendar at my school’s book fair. That’s where I spotted the Diablo and found my very first dream car.