Hello Bob,   
      
    LL>> I stopped by the Chevrolet Dealership near the Lower 9th   
    LL>> Ward in New Orleans yesterday, for a look at the new   
    LL>> Silverado 1500 pickup.  Just for fun, I took it out for a   
    LL>> test drive.  I wanted to sense that new "feel" before they   
    LL>> become extinct.   
      
    LL>> The salesman (a black man wearing an Obama "Change" lapel   
    LL>> pin) sat in the passenger seat describing the truck and all   
      
   BK>Many dealerships won't let the salesmen ride with the test   
   BK>drive. Sometimes the test driver intends to steal the vehicle,   
   BK>and has to kill the salesman in the process. Or choses to.   
      
   My cousin Clyde forced the state of Louisiana to enact a   
   law requiring car dealerships to have a salesman ride with   
   the prospective customer as he/she test drove a car/truck.   
   Here is what happened -   
      
   Clyde was working as a mechanic at a local shop.  He got off   
   work early on Friday, and then had a co-worker drop him off at   
   a local car dealership.  He found a nice Corvette, and asked   
   a salesman if he could test drive the car.  The salesman handed   
   him the keys, and Clyde took off.   
      
   The salesman waited for Clyde to return.  Ten minutes passed by.   
   Then twenty minutes.  The salesman was starting to get worried.   
   After thirty minutes of waiting, and still no Clyde (or the   
   Corvette).  It soon became obvious to the salesman that Clyde   
   wasn't coming back, and calls were made to the authorities to   
   keep a lookout for the driver and missing Corvette.   
      
   Clyde enjoyed his long weekend at the beach in Florida, having   
   fun in the sand (with lots of bikini-clad girls).  On Monday   
   morning he began his return trip home, and had gotten as far as   
   Biloxi, Mississippi when two police cars blocked his path.  Or   
   rather, tried to block his path, as Clyde crashed the Corvette   
   into both police cars, totalling all three cars.  The officers   
   were right there on the scene, ready to cuff Clyde and put him   
   in jail, when Clyde told them he had done nothing wrong as he   
   was merely test driving a car.  And since he no longer had any   
   transportation to get back home, Clyde insisted the officers   
   provide him with a bus ticket.   
      
   To make a long story short, the car dealership had to eat the   
   car, the police officers had to drop all charges and give Clyde   
   a bus ticket back home, and the city of Biloxi had to buy two   
   new squad cars.   
      
   My cousin has since moved on to bigger and better things.  Like   
   being a punk rocker in the Frozen Nawth...   
      
    LL>> its "wonderful" options.  The seats were of particular   
    LL>> interest.  He explained that the seats directed warm air to   
    LL>> your butt in the winter and directed cool air to your butt   
    LL>> in the summer heat.   
      
    LL>> Feeling like messing with him a bit, I mentioned that this   
    LL>> must be a "Romney truck".   
      
    LL>> Looking a bit angry and puzzled, he asked why I thought it   
    LL>> was a Romney truck.   
      
    LL>> I explained that if it were an Obama truck, the seats would   
    LL>> blow smoke up your ass year-round.   
      
    LL>> I had to walk back to the dealership.... damned guy had no   
    LL>> sense of humor.   
      
   BK>Yet he was decent enough to let you stop the truck before he   
   BK>pushed you out, or was he?   
      
   Well, had I been thinking I coulda taken him to Florida...   
      
   --Lee   
      
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