Last night I was driving home from work when I noticed an SS in the next lane about a car length ahead of us. Since I always drive through Mexico on my way home, I thought, "well, why not"?
I quickly shut the radio off, unplugged the iPad charger, confirmed that my son had his seat belt on, grabbed second (doing about 30MPHish) and told my son to roll the window down so I could hear the Camaro. I got up next to him and reved it up a couple times. For a second I thought he didn't want to play. Then I heard his RPM's climb as he downshifted. At this point his front bumper was about even with my back bumper. I let him have the hit. When he got to the middle of the passenger door, I stood on it. I immediately pulled him bad. I never made it into third gear, just let off when I had 3-4 car lengths. I don't think I really pulled him that hard, I just think he realized he wasn't going to win and let off when I started to pull away. Anyway, once we were back in the USA, my son and I reflected on our special father-son moment
I quickly shut the radio off, unplugged the iPad charger, confirmed that my son had his seat belt on, grabbed second (doing about 30MPHish) and told my son to roll the window down so I could hear the Camaro. I got up next to him and reved it up a couple times. For a second I thought he didn't want to play. Then I heard his RPM's climb as he downshifted. At this point his front bumper was about even with my back bumper. I let him have the hit. When he got to the middle of the passenger door, I stood on it. I immediately pulled him bad. I never made it into third gear, just let off when I had 3-4 car lengths. I don't think I really pulled him that hard, I just think he realized he wasn't going to win and let off when I started to pull away. Anyway, once we were back in the USA, my son and I reflected on our special father-son moment