It had reminded me of test drive in a Stang where my father scared the heck out of me and a female car salesman. If any of you are NYers and know the Ford dealership on Central Avenue you should know how narrow,twisty and hilly those back roads can be. I was looking around for a new car and had just finished test driving the 2010 Mustang GT and wanted my fathers opinion on it. So he said he'd need to drive it for himself, mind you he's 65. So we headed back out with the saleswoman in the front and me in the rear. Despite the rain my father pushed the car to it's limits the whole time, zipped through the curves at speeds I wouldn't dare especially on a wet road and pulled an E-brake 180 twice the whole time me and the saleswoman where passing bricks. In a situation like that she only managed to mutter weakly please let me out we've got your license so I'll trust you to come back. The rest of the time both she and I where to busy clutching anything we could in the car and clenching our teeth to say anything. Funny thing was after we stopped I was so amped despite being scared out of my wits(don't know if it's because I was so grateful to be alive) and so was she. She laughed hard when we got out still trembling and said "and to think I thought if I had to worry about anyone it would've been you not your father". When I asked my father why he did it he dryly said it's a sport car your buying it for it's performance so you should push it to get an idea of it's limits otherwise how do you know a sports cars worth buying.
