(Daily Mail) Hunter Biden picked up his phone to snap a picture while driving at an incredible 172mph on a highway outside Las Vegas, DailyMail.com can reveal.
He was racing his Porsche 911 to Sin City on August 1, 2018 for an encounter with multiple prostitutes when he took a snap of his dashboard showing how fast he was speeding.
The picture was found on the First Son’s abandoned laptop.
Texts also on the computer, which he left at a Delaware repair shop, show him coordinating with multiple prostitutes and inviting them all to soak in his hotel hot tub.
‘I don’t have a bathing suit and I really really wanted to wear a cute bathing suit,’ wrote one woman, saved in Hunter’s contacts book as ‘Cheryl’. ‘But I don’t have any money to buy one so then I’m just going to have to be naked right?’
DailyMail.com can reveal Hunter Biden’s reckless driving history through photos he took himself and uploaded to his abandoned laptop
Hunter took a photo from behind the wheel of his Porsche going 172mph while on his way to Las Vegas to party with prostitutes in 2018
The president’s son photographed himself smoking crack while driving through a residential area to the airport in June 2018
While racing down the I-15 highway about 30 miles from Sin City in his silver Porsche, Hunter took a photo of his dashboard showing 172mph on the speedometer
The orgy may have been too much even for the hooker, who wrote to him the next day: ‘Honestly babe the problem is you have too many girls there. I understand you like a lot of girls.
She added: ‘That’s fine do one at a time.’
The trip appears to be during the same fateful weeks-long Vegas bender he was later caught on camera describing to a prostitute how Russian drug dealers stole one of his laptops and left him for dead in the hot tub.
After filming himself having sex with a hooker using his laptop in January 2019, Hunter left the camera rolling as he recounted a Vegas bender in which he spent ’18 days going round from penthouse suite to penthouse suite,’ sometimes costing $10,000 a night.
The 172mph picture is not the only shot on his laptop that shows Hunter’s blatant disregard for driving laws during his drug addiction.
The trip Hunter raced to appears to be the same fateful weeks-long Vegas bender he was later caught on camera describing to a prostitute, claiming that Russian drug dealers stole one of his laptops and left him for dead in the hot tub
Texts show Hunter coordinating with multiple prostitutes and inviting them all to soak in his hotel hot tub. ‘I don’t have a bathing suit and I really really wanted to wear a cute bathing suit,’ wrote one woman
The drug-fueled festivities may have been too much even for the hooker, who texted Hunter, ‘Honestly babe the problem is you have too many girls there. I understand you like a lot of girls that’s fine do one at a time’
A photo dated June 12, 2018 shows him going 35mph down Old Dominion Drive, near Washington Golf and Country Club in Arlington, Virginia, in his new Ford Raptor truck while holding a blackened crack pipe in his hand.
He had been due to fly to Los Angeles the day before. Among his emails is a $1,048.37 United Airlines flight leaving from Washington Dulles Airport on June 11. But he missed the flight and instead drove to the airport late on the evening of the 12th.
Hunter admitted to driving – and crashing – during another drug-fueled bender in 2016, in his 2021 memoir, Beautiful Things, published in 2021.
He said he was high for 12 days straight before checking into an Arizona rehab, one of his many stints at expensive clinics, some of which were paid for by Joe Biden.
On October 27, 2016, he was on his way to the clinic in a Buick Verano, ‘speeding’ along a highway outside of Palm Springs, California, when he ‘nodded off behind the wheel’, he wrote in his memoir.
‘Waking up an instant later, I found myself in midair, the car having jumped a soft curb on the passing lane and soaring at eighty miles an hour into a cloudless blue sky, heading into the gulch that divided I-10,’ the book reads.
‘The car spun into the westbound lanes–the same direction as the oncoming traffic. Miraculously, there was a gap in the traffic until my car stopped dead in the emergency lane, hissing and coughing. It rested on four flat tires, with cacti and scrub brush wrapped around the undercarriage.
‘I was shaking, still amped up from being in the middle of my twelve-day roll.’
Hunter wrote that he then lied to Hertz about the crash. ‘I called the rental company and told them that somebody ran me off the road,’ he wrote.
The lie was compounded by an assistant at his company, Rosemont Seneca.