Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, book and film. How else to explain their massive tolerance for drugs, for starters?
Gonzo: What are you doing? The airport's over there! (points to his left, across many parallel roads)
Duke: Don't worry. I've never missed a plane yet. (does a ninety-degree turn and drives across desert terrain and about three lanes of traffic, crashes through the fence around the airport, dragging part of it with him, and pulls up beside the plane)