This vehicle is called The Vendetta, and it's best suited for whizzing across the planes and blowing the holy hell out of things.

Frank always seems to have just finished a vehicle that's perfectly suited for the conditions presented to him by a stranger. You never hear about Gen. Bothingham showing up with a proposal to go under the North Pole, and Frank decling the offer because he'd just finished an airship. ("If you'd come last month, I'd have had a submarine for you," Frank said.)

   
  The social conscience stirrith in his manly breast.
   
  Keep cool. The slang is older than you think.