lol those are some great stories.... gotta love fathers though. My dad's always been into racing, I've been brought up on the races he had, and the time he ran from the cop and got away to the time he lost his licence. Even to this day he comes home and tells me how some car tried to race him. My dad used to drive a '71 Mach 1 with a 302 Boss in it, and a million other cars between that time and now. He caught me one night after work when I was going to race this CRX (wrote a thread on it in BO about a month ago), he was sure pissed off, he was behind me when I was leaving to go race him. He just took my Mustang away for a week, so I guess I got off pretty easy. But if he only knew half the races that I've been in or stories I got he would get rid of my car. So many times I've been tempted to tell him about my night where I pulled up beside a Ferrari or where some ricer thought he could take me. It's a tough relationship, I'd rather have my father as my friend cause he'd be my best friend, but him being my father, makes him my worst nightmare.
I figure I'll tell him in a year or two about my racing experience. That way he won't be able to do too much.
He even challenged me to a race in his '73 Vette agaist my stang but he said he would only race for pink slips. lol My dad's driving skills are 100x better then mine so I reffused racing him for pinkslips.
My dad always tells me this when I question him on racing
"Do what I say, not what I do"