h1
A military-style monster of a car, made by some guy who probably had a bad day and wanted to beat up the whole world. It’s tough, loud, and it costs more than your first car and your first love.
That h1 is like a monster from a bad movie.
He bought the h1 and now he’s richer than my uncle.
My neighbor has the h1 and it’s louder than my mom’s voice.