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I wanted to spend some time goofing around in the mountain twisties one Sunday. My [former] boyfriend grudgingly consented to go. A third of the way, I gave him the key. He never gave the driving back to me, and complained the whole time about EVERY thing [fit, visibility, a German word on a display, etc.] What a jerk. I could have had FUN. My nephews want to drive it, but they have to learn manual shift so it will be a while. I let two enthusiasic friends drive it. They were appreciative and had a blast. I like driving cars, and appreciate anyone that will let me at the wheel of their cool ride, so I like to share the same opportunity.
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