Sorry-I have the classic mailbox story. About 1978, my ex and I were looking at Firebirds, and decided to take a test drive. Now my ex had never driven anything bigger than a totally underpowered 305, and this bird had the 400 CI (I think), shaker hood and all. Well, it was raining, and we took it out for teh test drive-the salesman didn't go along. We were on a two lane road, 
to make a left turn onto teh road back to teh dealer. My ex was driving, streets were wet, she starts her turn and a car comes over the hill. She hits the gas we do a zippity zee doo circle across teh road into teh grass, and run down a mailbox belonging to a nice little old lady (I can still hear the crunch under the car from teh mailbox dismembering as we drove over it). The ex turned white--I sat there stunned. I ended up replacing teh lady's mailbox in a driving rain. No damage to teh car (at least visible) and when I called the dealer I think he probably had a stroke til we got back and he could see the car wasn't destroyed. Wasn't funny at teh time but I look back now and still remember her white knuckles on the wheel and the look on teh dealers face, and it cracks me up.
to make a left turn onto teh road back to teh dealer. My ex was driving, streets were wet, she starts her turn and a car comes over the hill. She hits the gas we do a zippity zee doo circle across teh road into teh grass, and run down a mailbox belonging to a nice little old lady (I can still hear the crunch under the car from teh mailbox dismembering as we drove over it). The ex turned white--I sat there stunned. I ended up replacing teh lady's mailbox in a driving rain. No damage to teh car (at least visible) and when I called the dealer I think he probably had a stroke til we got back and he could see the car wasn't destroyed. Wasn't funny at teh time but I look back now and still remember her white knuckles on the wheel and the look on teh dealers face, and it cracks me up.
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