During my shift today I made a traffic stop on a 74' RR. It was odd because it was the same color with similar options as the one my dad handed down to me. Let's just say I used officer discretion when giving the owner a verbal warning.
You'd have to be a jerk to cite a guy for taking his grandkids for a joyride
Let me be the first to give you an official atta boy.
Last time the grandkids visited last year, they wanted a ride in my GTX. Their daddy, who coincidentally works in a prison as a corrections officer, is big into 3rd gen Camaros, so I figured their horizons could use a little broadening....
Off we went, me making sure to just let the car talk to them a little, no hijinks.
We get almost back to the house and the oldest speaks up, unimpressed, and says "I think my daddy's car is faster than yours. Daddy says Mopars are junk."
Honesty in kids, I swear....
I look at him in my rear view mirror and he's smirking at me.
"Ok boys, hang on...."
Stopped the car in the middle of the deserted highway I live off of, goosed it a little, then dropped the clutch.
All manner of sideways, screaming, smoky fun ensued for the next few seconds.
We get back to the house and they're all (3) silent on the way back. I figured I've scarred them for life and am about to catch hell about it.
BAD GRAMPA!
We come out of the garage and head up the steps to the front porch where their parents and my wife are waiting.
I prepare for the worst.
Their dad asks how their ride was and the oldest breaks his silence, blurting out "That car is FAST!"
The others chime in with various "Grampa is crazy!" and "that old car is awesome" accolades.
Dad shoots me a look...
My turn to smirk.