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Sometimes there is no ducking the problem. I was selling my 1988 5.0 Mustang, the neighbor across the street wanted to buy it for his teenage son. I declined and told him the car was a real squirrel on snow and ice (it was) which would be dangerous for a teen. I sold the car to a stranger. Lo and behold, the Mustang was seen pulling into the parking garage where the buyer and an acquaintance of mine both worked. I endured feedback on that car for a few more years.