Soon after the State of California granted me permission to prowl its streets in my mum’s car, I was prowling car dealerships in search of gullible salesmen who would let me take a test drive. Test driving became a favorite pastime, an easy way to get a quick automotive thrill. So what about you, are you guilty of wasting salesmen’s time?
That awkwardly pointy Z28 in the main pic represents one of my most memorable test drives. A friend and I were cruising dealerships when we spotted one just like it. A few minutes later we were discussing engine displacement with a douchey car salesman in his mid 20s. He was all too happy to take us for a ride in the rip-roaring rattle trap. Quarter-mile runs, burnouts, and general hoonery ensued. It was the best test drive ever, hands down.
Nowadays I refrain from test driving cars I don’t intend to buy. Mostly because I know car salesmen have a hard time pushing rides in the midst of the Financialpocalypse. Guilt, you know. It’s a bitch.
How about you? Pop on over to the local Porsche dealer to take a 911 for a spin? Don your best suit and head to the Maserati dealer for a spin in the Gran Turismo?