Same type of thing. My neighbor's nephew got a brand new Mercedes sports version (2-seater, if I recall correctly) and on the second day he had it, wrapped it around a tree and killed himself.

I saw it sitting in the driveway precisely once, because that's about how long it lasted--one day.

Oddly enough, the kid directly across the street from him did a similar thing and lost a leg. He formerly had an attitude problem and admits that overcoming this injury and learning to walk with a prosthetic has taught him about getting serious with what he wants to do with his life.


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Some of the injuries were quite severe.

I used to ride, but I'm a coward and lucky, so not too bad, a few broke ribs and a missing tooth. It's when you first get all that power and you don't know what you are doing. The first year, that's when they run into phone poles and boulders and things. I came close a time or two.

Conn. Has no helmet law, so you can ride without one. He lost it on a turn and hit the ground so hard his brain was exposed. Firefighters thought he wasn't going to make it, but today he is working and living, but he does have some speech problems.

and 219 isn't a "record" in any sense of the word...

let me drive his 1956 Mercedes 300SL Gullwing. He was in the passenger seat. I drove it like I had a raw egg under my right foot. Never got over the speed limit, and never even goosed it at all. I fell in love with the car, of course, but was not about to drive it in any way but very, very conservatively.

After I finished my test drive, we switched seats, and my father's friend said, "Now, I'll show you what it's capable of." A thrilling ride that was, indeed. An amazing automobile with a refined but amazingly powerful performance capability. It has been my dream car, ever since, but since the remaining examples sell in the high six digits, it seems unlikely in the extreme that I will ever own one.

Made me drool.

from my house in 1962. $200 the guy wanted for it, and it ran fine. I was so excited, until my father said, "No way, kid." $200! WTF. I'd have been styling in that thing:



Same color as the photo. Damn and double-damn!

a small fortune now. Old Jags were lovely things.

for me. He also said no to a hardtop MGA twin cam that was $350, shortly after that. Spoilsport!

back in the late sixties.. I cannot remember if it was an XK140 or 150 but Gawd I loved just that car. As I recall it had a modified dual exhaust that was beautiful to hear and just a joy to tool around in. Unfortunately I began to hear strange noises from the transmission and took it to a Jag mechanic and it was at least $600 to fix. End of story! I was borderline affording it in the first place so I sadly had to return it to it's owner. To this day, if I won the lottery it would be one of my first purchases.

But fun to drive, and fast.

And a 49 year old hanging out with a 18 year old at 2:25 a.m.? Yeah, that happens all the time...

in small town New York. They're usually booked solid, you have to be flexible, or you miss out.

Besides, how else would one know if the headlights worked.

If it means he wanted to become a Ranger, that's a stupid way to write it.

is a lot like handling a bomb. Why he'd let a teenage kid drive the car is beyond me. A friend of mine in the audio business let me drive his Ferrari Maranello once out in Utah, but I've had a fair amount of experience with serious cars. I was also 50 at the time he let me drive it. He egged me up to 110 in it. I will remember that for the rest of my life.

You cannot give untrained or immature people high performance machines. Giving an 18 year old a Lambo is similar to a 9 year old an Uzi.

Test drive? was the teenager in the market to buy a 4 year old sports car?