took my 8 year old son on a full throttle blast

Right on! I remember being nine any Dad just fixing up the engine the the 67 Dart, the one I now have, and opening up heading down a street with me in the passenger seat. I became a Mopar lover right at that point and swore that car would be mine at 16. Thankfully he kept it and sold it to me for a dollar. He knew it would be in good hands.