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I was at the local Vallue Village, getting into my car, when this guy starts waiving for me to hold on a sec. He goes to turn his car around to talk to me, but almost hits my car and stalls it when he hits the brakes.
Then he rolls down his window (while I power mine down), and I notice he's got a shaved head and he's wearing a white wife-beater. He says to me in a thick Mexican accent (yes, Mexican, not Spanish. He sounds like Cheech), "Hey, man, what kind of car is that?" So I tell him, and he asks me if I know anyone who wants to buy his '86 Mustang (the rattle-canned gem hes' riding in). I tell him that no one comes to mind, but then he asks me if I want to trade. Yes, for my Corrado!
Riiiiight...the thing isn't even a 5.0. I thought he was joking at first, but then I realized that he appeared quite serious. I take a quick look around to make sure no one else is approching my car and then tell him, "It's tempting, but no thanks".
Then he asks me if I have a "system". I tell him no because the dealer stole it (he probably thought I meant drug dealer...which might not be too far off). So he asks me if I want to buy the one he has and he points in the direction of either the dash or his floor (I couldn't tell). I tell him no because I get better gas mileage without one. Too much weight, you know.
Finally he just says, "Nice car, man" and drives off.
Almost coulda got me a Mustang. I'm just not sure I want any tang if it's musty.
Then he rolls down his window (while I power mine down), and I notice he's got a shaved head and he's wearing a white wife-beater. He says to me in a thick Mexican accent (yes, Mexican, not Spanish. He sounds like Cheech), "Hey, man, what kind of car is that?" So I tell him, and he asks me if I know anyone who wants to buy his '86 Mustang (the rattle-canned gem hes' riding in). I tell him that no one comes to mind, but then he asks me if I want to trade. Yes, for my Corrado!
Riiiiight...the thing isn't even a 5.0. I thought he was joking at first, but then I realized that he appeared quite serious. I take a quick look around to make sure no one else is approching my car and then tell him, "It's tempting, but no thanks".
Then he asks me if I have a "system". I tell him no because the dealer stole it (he probably thought I meant drug dealer...which might not be too far off). So he asks me if I want to buy the one he has and he points in the direction of either the dash or his floor (I couldn't tell). I tell him no because I get better gas mileage without one. Too much weight, you know.
Finally he just says, "Nice car, man" and drives off.
Almost coulda got me a Mustang. I'm just not sure I want any tang if it's musty.
