That is funny. My wife the 1st time took my car to the store and couldnt get it into reverse. She tried to stick her foot out and push the car back before she broke down and called me.
Women are replaceable as well... just like freaking cars.This is spot on. It is a freaking car. Not like you are letting them try out your wife for the night.
But it was something special for me and I got my Mustang fix.
come on man...
Well said buddy, if I'm ever in your neck of the woods, I'll buy you a beer:cheers:My first rule, if you have sweat equity in the car, you get to at least take it around the block. If someone is willing to give up a Saturday and help work on my car in the Texas heat, I think you've earned a right to take it for a spin. "But what if they are irresponsible with your car?!" I'm not going to ask for help from someone I don't trust, so that solves that problem. The friends that I trust know their limitations.
Secondly, you might learn a thing or two, especially if you're young. My uncle is the biggest gear head I know and would push the car farther than I would because of my timidity. He would show me what the car is capable of, the weak points, and how far to push it safely. I've learned a wealth of knowledge from that man, so yeah, I gladly throw him the keys.
Thirdly, if you've ever grown up economically challenged, like I did, even a Mustang GT can seem like a Ferrari that you'll never be able to own. Friends should want to make their friends happy, and you may be really making a dream come true for someone. If you're that worried about their ability, take them to a big parking lot and let them do a burnout or some donuts. I had a '06 V6 Mustang that I loved...sure it wasn't fast by any stretch of the imagination, but I absolutely loved the car. I work at a school and the principal would have his kids come visit on occasion. They adored my Mustang, it was their dream car. Driving down the road, they would squeal and get excited every time they saw a Mustang. One day the principal approached me and said, "Look, this might seem like a weird request, but would you mind taking my kids for a ride around the block? They are in love with your Mustang and have always wanted to ride in one." I gladly obliged and let them look over my Mustang. And yes, GASP!, they even got finger prints on my black car. There might have even been a smudge or two on the glass. But the smiles and laughter of those kids as we went for a five minute joy ride was priceless.
Adults can be the same way...maybe it's someone's dream to own a Mustang one day. This brand is iconic and it has a lot of emotion built into it. You don't see many people pining to drive their buddy's Ford Fusion (no offense to Fusion owners, haha). Perhaps their father owned one, maybe they dated a girl in high school with one, or perhaps it's been something they've always wanted but had to put other things first. I hit a string of bad luck through most of my early 20's. I was laid off three times and had to sell my Mustang because I had trouble finding work and had a baby on the way. My friend (who had bought a Mustang after being able to drive mine) had a beautiful GT. I remember feeling really depressed one day after hearing it start up after we installed a full exhaust on it. I missed that Mustang sound. I remember we took it down some back country roads to test out our work and he pulled over on the shoulder. He said, "Ok, you give it a go." Getting 10 minutes of seat time cured me for about six months.
So if I can share that joy with someone else, I'll gladly pass it along. When I die, I'd rather my friends and family remember the experiences we shared rather than me hanging out with my toys.
