You should have went for a joy ride with it. Return and raise the front end with a brick on the throttle in reverse to remove the miles from the odometer. While wheels are spinning, have an emotional breakdown about how he loves the car more than you. Kick the front bumper out of sissy anger until you knock the car off it’s mount and the car peels out in reverse, smashing through the glass wall of your raised showroom garage. Stare blankly at the car while it lays wrecked in the overgrowth of the gully below.