STYLING IN THE FAMILY
No car goes harder and takes more abuse than the one you don’t own! Whether it’s a rental racer, a company thrasher, or a family loan — as long as your name isn’t scribbled on the ownership papers and your credit card isn’t wearing the repair costs, you’ve got yourself a guaranteed ticket to Good-Times-Ville. Especially in one’s formative years, mechanical sympathy is a phenomenon reserved for the cars that you’ve sunken your own paychecks into, right? People should know by now that from the moment you’re handed keys to a car that you have no vested interest in and you’re out of eyesight, the party is already starting. There are no promises that the poor machine will make it back in one piece, or even back at all.
