Pretty much like the title says. Just pulling up next to him at a red light. He takes off so I jump on it. 300' later I'm in his lane. My nine year old son is whooping it up looking out the back window.
Son: Dad how do you make your truck go so fast?
Me: With my right foot.
Son: But how did you make it so fast?
Me: I gave Nolan lots of money.
Son: Like $1000 dollars?
Me: Like lots of thousand dollars.
Poor kid's gonna have no concept of money...
Son: Dad how do you make your truck go so fast?
Me: With my right foot.
Son: But how did you make it so fast?
Me: I gave Nolan lots of money.
Son: Like $1000 dollars?
Me: Like lots of thousand dollars.
Poor kid's gonna have no concept of money...