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Three Teens Obliterate 2010 Mustang On Test Drive
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Not that there's anything wrong with that, the seatbelt is totally your choice, but come on, at least do a little research.
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Yes, he is willing to do this to a brand new Cadillac DTS just to avoid wearing a seatbelt.
And being mostly deaf at this point allows you to subvert the seat-belt warning tone and dashboard light with a simple piece of electrical tape.
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And this is another reason why we need in-car cameras standard.
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This is one.
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Here Here.
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Here's the big difference between men and women at the age when everyone's looking for action.
Take two equally equipped ‘68 Roadrunners, with the 440 Magnum-ah, what the heack, go for the Hemi with the décor package-vinyl top, the rally wheels with the custom rims, and the air-grabber system. Put four girls in one, four guys in the other. You send them both out to get a six-pack of beer and tell them to be back at midnight.
The girls will probably be back by eleven o’clock. One beer is half empty and warm, with lipstick on the rim. The car’s cleaner than when you left it, it smells like a mix of Chanel No. 5 and gossip. Everone’s chatting happily and planning how to get together soon for dinner.
The guys- if they ever come back-one is missing, there’s blood everywhere, no one’s talking. The beers gone, a second six-pack is also empty, some liquor bottles are in the backseat, there are spent shell casings on the floor, butt prints all over the windows, a tire is flat, one of the fender’s all dented, the muffler’s hanging off, and a big piece of animal is strapped on the hood.
Two different worlds
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But they brought the car back all beaten to hell with scratches on the hood and blood on the carpets.
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Every one of them asked the same question "How fast will it go?". To which my response is always "Fast enough to kill you". The bike would not start for any of them, even though I had never had trouble with it starting before. And I refused all their offers.
I'd get it running and another one would show up and it wouldn't start again. I was confused until one day a woman showed up and she was actually wearing motorcycle clothes and it was the bike she wanted. It fired right up. Bizarre.
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All I know is some stunt woman eventually ends up on the hood or something like that.
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Well met with the F&F, double heart clicks to anyone that can adapt this to Grand Prix.
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Of course, the salesman that gave them the keys is probably dead. So, that part should give our species hope.
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