Originally Posted by Jstpsntym
Originally Posted by bonnie94sse
If my dad had a sweet a$$ car like that when I was nearing my driver'* license stage, I would have been more stoked to get it. Jay you make a good point.
My old man used to take me to bars with him when I was Kim'* age. One night he let me drive him home. After that, it became a regular deal...he had a designated driver before there was such a thing.
This got me thinking one day. He was off one day and napping on the couch after a bunch of yard work. I took the keys, picked up my buddy and we drove uptown. I was 14
at the time. Everything was fine until my mom saw me as she was driving home from work. When she got home, she accused my dad of about everything in the book.
He said that he would "talk to me". He was pissed, but he knew why I did it. He just told me not to do it again, or at least not to drive around the route that my mom took home from work.
BTW..my dad had an El Camino with a 400 small block.
Ain't Dads cool that way? My dad actually helped me with getting some bird shot outta my *** once. His comment? "You know, if you're mom finds out, she'll kill the both of us."
Ah, good times, even with the birdshot.
1998 SE Midnight Blue Pearl
Gutted airbox, FRAM AirHog, removed MAF Screen, eBay clear corners, extended brake lights
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