Apologies in advance for the depressing post
I was recently enrolled in a rather posh professional school with a class of insanely rich folks. One of the guys in the class had been through the Bondurant racing school, and had almost become a professional F1 racer. This is his story about a car. It's a bit hard to replicate, but it gave me chills when he told it to me.

His father bought him a car, I forget what it was and I know jack nothing about cars, so feel free to chime in if you know what it is. It was rare, apparently only five of them existed. It had about a gazillion horsepower. That's all I know about it. Continuing...

Derek took it out for a spin, tested the power, and decided that it was too much for him. He knew that if he kept the car, he was going to end up pushing it too far and would kill himself in an accident (side note: another gal in the same class had a brother who went to Bondurant, thought he was god, and did kill himself in a car accident). As he saw it, the car should be owned by some retired old man that liked knowing that he had the power, but didn't feel the need to use it.

So Derek decided to sell it. The only reasonable offer he received was from a man who wanted to buy it as a congratulations present for his sixteen year-old son who had just gotten his license. Derek tried to talk the man out of it because teenagers are dumb and reckless, but the man thought his son could handle it. The man was insistent, even after Derek flat-out promised him that if he gave his son the car, the kid would kill himself. Finally Derek wrote up a contract that involved, in so many words, that he had explained the risks and would not be held responsible for the inevitable death of the man's son.

Fast forward two weeks.

Derek gets stuck in traffic on the freeway. The traffic is stopped dead, and he starts to get a bad feeling. A few emergency vehicles rush by on the shoulder, and he starts praying that it isn't the kid. After being stuck for two hours, the traffic finally starts moving and he passes the accident scene. Sure enough, it's his car. What's left of it, at any rate. The car had lost control and hit the exit-ramp divider at a high speed, crushing the car and literally tearing it in half right behind the driver's seat. At this point he knew it was the kid, and the blood in the accident didn't tell a good story about the outcome.

A week later he received a phone call from the father, who sincerely apologized for not listening to Derek's advice.
(Exempt OH WOW, VICODIN, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 6:17, 6 replies)

Huh?
A man's son dies in the car the man just bought him, and the man rings up to apologize to the seller? That wouldn't be the first thing on my mind.
(Smale is stuffed, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 9:53, closed)

He didn't necessarily die
He might have been seriously injured.
( MatJ LOOK, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:55, closed)

well i mean
sounds like a "Oh my goodness why didn't I listen to you" kind of call.

Plausible enough.
( morrybyte made a subtle namechange at, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 12:18, closed)

Yup, sort of 'I'm SO sorry I didn't take your advice'
although it could also have been a sort of mea culpa as I'm sure he felt responsible.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:42, closed)

If he didn't need the money
wouldn't it have have been easier on his conscience to simply refuse to sell the car.

For all that it was not his fault, it is difficult not to blame yourself if something predictable happens when you could have prevented it.
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 15:44, closed)

You must vote Liberal Democrats
You Sir are a fucking lefty cunt! "it is difficult not to blame yourself if something predictable happens when you could have prevented it" - this is such a bullshit nanny state claptrap! I suppose you always wear a hi-vis jacket!
(mpaz52, Tue 27 Apr 2010, 23:00, closed)