The young blonde took only a few minutes to check out the Porsches and Lamborghinis before settling on a Ferrari. "I'll take the red one. Do you take cash?" Of course they did and she quickly pulled handfuls of bills out of her purse. But two days later she was back. "I want my money back! This car stinks every time I use the brakes." Assuming such a young blonde might not be driving such a high performance car properly, the manager asks for a demonstration ride. He barely had his seatbelt fastened before she screamed out of the dealership, revved it up to 60 mph before shifting into second gear, 90 mph at third, does a handbrake turn into a narrow two-lane country road where she really accelerated. The car screams around turns, the engine trying to leap through the hood. At 170, the manager spotted in the distance a railroad crossing with the barriers down. Less than a hundred yards from the crossing, she stood on the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt inches from the tracks. "There"" she asked. "Can you smell it?" The shaken dealer cried, "Smell it? I'm sitting in it!"