i salute you for that, brother.
a couple weeks ago, Nacho (95vert) and i were hanging out at our local "cruise" street. we were parked outside b&n and this black 05 kept passing by us. a few minutes later it pulls up and parks next to us...3 punk kids get out. we get to talking about mustangs and what not, talking about mods and stuff. we come to find that the guy that owns it can't drive it and his two tools drive it around for him. i tried talking to the guy, you know, asking him how he likes his car and all, and he doesn't really answer me. instead he kinda mumbles and looks away--his friend has to translate. guess he wasn't right in the head or something and that's why his tools drive it for him. the one guy that was doing the talking was talking about doing this and that to the car as if it's his own and i'm thinking "isn't this NOT your car?" anyhow, he starts going off on how they've had it for a couple of weeks and they've already put in an exhaust system (which sounded niiice, btw) and were scheduled to get rims for it tomorrow. they looked pretty young so i asked if they were still in high school. "no." "are you guys freshmen in college?" "yeah" <ah, i see now. being the tooth-kicker that i am, i asked if they were drug dealers--3 18 year olds with an 05 GT, exhaust, couple of bolt-ons, and new rims & tires. what do i get? "no, HIS DAD pays for it all." here are these punks driving it around as if they built the car and payed for it themselves. sorry, but they ain't gettin much respect from me.