One night I was at Wendy's about a year ago just talkin' with my freinds, and out of nowhere, I heard this screeching, looked up, and saw a firebird spinning out of control. He probably spun about three times, hit the sidewalk as he was facing oncoming traffic, and managed to spin around so he was facing the right way. In the process, he managed to bend one of those poles next to a tree all the way down, tear a big divot in the grass, break one of the wheels . . . all this . . . to impress the girl that was in the car with him. How do you think she felt? I didn't even know she was in the car until she finally managed to figure out what happened, and get it together enough to be able to get out of the car about 15 minutes after it happened balling her eyes out. Even though it was a Firebird, I about cried, cause anyone that treats a car like that before they discover the limits of the car, doesn't deserve to drive it, no offense.
Maybe that's just my opinion.