Death Race 2000 - Cars

Cars

The cars in the Transcontinental Road Race each have a specific theme.

  • Nero the Hero - Roman. The car, a Fiat 850 Spider resembles a lion (the historical Nero threw his enemies to the lions). Nero is the first destroyed when he runs over a booby-trapped doll planted by the Resistance, which he mistakes for a real baby. His Navigator is named Cleopatra.
  • Matilda the Hun - Nazi. The car, "The Buzz-Bomb" (a modified VW Karmann-Ghia) resembles a V-1 flying bomb. She drives off a cliff while obeying a fake detour set up by the Resistance. Her navigator is 'Herman the German' Boch.
  • Calamity Jane - Cowgirl. The car resembles a bull and runs over a matador. Her navigator is named Pete, who is run over by Matilda while fixing Calamity's car. Later she fights off a half-hearted attack by the resistance which is meant to drive her to a car wrecking lot where they have a landmine set to blow her up. Initially thwarting the attack and missing the landmine, Jane drives over it while escaping the area.
  • Machine Gun Joe Viterbo - Gangster. The car has a mounted knife and machine guns on his car. He is the last racer to die (killed by Frankenstein's "hand grenade").
  • Frankenstein - His car (a Shala Vette by Dick Dean, known as "Gator's Car") resembles a monster with red eyes, scales and teeth. He is the sole survivor of the race.

Many of the cars were re-bodied VWs and a few were sold after the film to museums for more than it cost to make them, according to Roger Corman.

The car seen in the epilogue is a Sterling Nova.

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