- Jun 9, 2014
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My 19-year-old son and I both love cars. It's a mutual addiction. Our best times together are spent out kicking around dealerships on weekend afternoons, looking at cars, shooting the shyt with the salesmen and occasionally taking one of them out for a test drive.
So we stopped in at Maserati of St. Petersburg yesterday afternoon. They had a low-miles 2012 GranTurismo S of casual interest, white with black wheels and lots of carbon fiber. 443 hp, 376 lbs of torque, nicely appointed, a gorgeous rig begging a test drive.
I hadn't even put the car in reverse when the sales associate was warning me to avoid scraping the curb while I backed out. There was a center island in the road leaving the dealer lot. He warned me of that, too. The guy was getting on my nerves. So I decided to take matters into hand.
We got on a long, desolate stretch of road behind the dealership and I jumped the pedal. Plenty of giddyup. We were at 130 and climbing when the guy started begging me to back off the pedal. My son was in the backseat going, "He usually likes to take it up to 170." I finally let off at 145. I had to scrape his limp body off the headliner.
No complaints the rest of the way back to the lot.
So we stopped in at Maserati of St. Petersburg yesterday afternoon. They had a low-miles 2012 GranTurismo S of casual interest, white with black wheels and lots of carbon fiber. 443 hp, 376 lbs of torque, nicely appointed, a gorgeous rig begging a test drive.
I hadn't even put the car in reverse when the sales associate was warning me to avoid scraping the curb while I backed out. There was a center island in the road leaving the dealer lot. He warned me of that, too. The guy was getting on my nerves. So I decided to take matters into hand.
We got on a long, desolate stretch of road behind the dealership and I jumped the pedal. Plenty of giddyup. We were at 130 and climbing when the guy started begging me to back off the pedal. My son was in the backseat going, "He usually likes to take it up to 170." I finally let off at 145. I had to scrape his limp body off the headliner.
No complaints the rest of the way back to the lot.