The story on the Javelin race that broke my car

efriedrich said

I feel sorry for anyone who doesn't have that memory of your first hell ride with your dad, I will never forget mine. I was about 5 in 1973 and he had a 71 Demon 340 4 spd, that thing was bad, we would roll out to some of the less traveled country roads and he would punch it from a dig up to probably 70-80. I was a car freak from then on, him and I talked and laughed about that our entire lives.

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me too. my dad would give me rides on his triumph 750 in the early 70s, 90 mph on the straight backroads. I weighed about 90lbs and wore a helmet.
I guess, some today would call it child abuse, I call it becoming a gearhead.
I feel sorry for those of you, who can't trust yourselves or dads, you most have lived a protected childhood. BTW, which is worse streetracing or driving drunk? I'm sure none of you drive drunk, I don't, but I may be found doing 120 on the backroad.