Hmmmm. What would make me say yes to letting a 16 year old drive my 04 SRT-10?
I guess it is time for the overused literary device, the dreaded 'Top Ten' list.
10. If I had been surepticiously drugged and had absolutely no grasp on reality;
9. If the 16 year old handed me clear title to 2 new 04 SRT-10s in exchange for the privilege of driving mine around the block;
8. If the 16 year old was the son of a single multi-billionaire mother who happened to be super model beautiful, built and obsessed with me;
7. If I had spent my entire childhood eating lead based paint chips;
6. If I was smoking crack, a lot. No, I mean insane quanitities;
5. If I thought I had only an hour to live and thought I needed 1 more good deed to assure my entry into heaven;
4. If the 16 year old was pressing a loaded 45 against my skull and I was unable to formulate a plan 'B';
3. If the SRT-10 had been stolen by me 3 hours earlier and I had just finished a 2 hour and 45 minute chase with a convoy of state troopers AND I could hear the sirens just around the corner;
2. If monkeys were flying out of my butt;
1. If Jesus himself a) asked me to do this as a personaal favor to Him, b) handed me sufficient collateral, c)signed a written contract, d) provided me with a copy of the child's driving record and proof of insurance, AND e) had his tongue notarized and the entire transaction witnessed by the 3 wise men, the pope, John Ashcraft, the secret service, and every living owner of a Viper.
Then I would flip a coin. Heads he doesn't drive. Tails, we flip again until it comes up heads.
So I guess you have a chance, kid.
DC