#1. Ferrari 250 GTO - $28.5 Million

We  now present you with the most expensive car crash ever. Touted as  the Ferrari that most successfully embodies the traits of the  marque, the 1962-64 Ferrari 250 GTO became the most valuable car  in the world. In 2008 an anonymous English buyer bought a 250 GTO  at auction for a record $28,500,000. The crash below represents a  car worth more than the combined value of all 14 Enzos involved in  accidents. It is simply unbelievable that an owner would even dare  take this car on the road.

After a track event involving  historic cars, the owner of this rare beast rammed into the back  of another car after traffic slowed down.

#2. Ferrari 250 GT Spyder - $10  Million

Just when you thought it couldn't get much more  expensive, the damage has been multiplied. The record price for a  1961 250 GT California Spyder at auction was set on May 18, 2008  when a black one was sold for $10,894,900. So what is one doing  buried in the sand? The unlucky owner had it stored near the beach  when a Hurricane hit.

#3. 1959 Ferrari 250 GT TDF - $1.65  Million

Now we start getting into the extremely rare  classic cars. The owners who are willing to take these machines on  the road are just plain crazy. The ones that take them on the  track are even crazier. This 1959 Ferrari 250 GT "Tour de France"  crashed into a wall at the Shell Ferrari-Maserati Historic  Challenge back in 2003.

#4. Bugatti Veyron - $1.6  Million

The Bugatti Veyron is the most expensive  production car in history. And unbelievably, it didn't even make  the top three on this list. Only 300 are expected to be produced  and already two have crashed. Below is the first one. The driver  thought it was okay to speed at 100 mph in the rain. He only had  the car for one week.

 #5.  Ferrari Enzo - $1.3 Million

The Ferrari Enzo sure seems to  attract a lot of crashes. This is surprising considering the price  tag. You would think the owners would be more careful, but we've  documented at least 14 crashes involving the Enzo. That's nearly  $20 million worth of crashes! The most famous was the Malibu crash  of 2005, when the driver, "Fat Steven" Eriksson crashed the car at  196 mph. Below is the result.

The Hardest Thing Part 1

It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together.

I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.

All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.

I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart.

Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me.