Heading home on Sunday from lunch with my dad in the NSX. I'm 27, Pa is 54. We're cruising in the left lane of the highway, and guy in a green late eighties 5.0 Mustang pulls up on our right, gives us the eye, and floors it, roaring ahead. I say to dad, "I'm not going to bother racing this guy". The guy backs off, comes level with us, and rolls his window down. I smile and get dad to put his window down. The guy yells at us, "Wassup, let's go!".
I don't even get a chance to do ANYTHING, 'cuze dad sticks his head out the window and yells back, "We're not gonna race that $12 car of yours!". I just about died laughing, and the guy yelled back something creative like, "Fuck you two!" and took off. I'm still wondering where my dad learned to trash talk like that
I don't even get a chance to do ANYTHING, 'cuze dad sticks his head out the window and yells back, "We're not gonna race that $12 car of yours!". I just about died laughing, and the guy yelled back something creative like, "Fuck you two!" and took off. I'm still wondering where my dad learned to trash talk like that
(and make sure he see's this thread too)
