I made my will age 18, when my mom told me that my late father had been a friend of Rolf Wütherich. Rolf was James Dean's mechanic and barely survived the accident. In the end all three men died in a car wreck. (Seriousely)
So I decided to drive my sportscars (almost) never on the limit really.
I'm not easy to kill either, but our shepherd dogs are quite good at it when it comes to poster thieves. Try them
To support them (just in case), I'm practising vintage Mexican tactics fighting home intruders:
(By the way, who owns that cute little dog on your avatar? Bring it along, my boys here appreciate a snack before a fight.)