8 seconds, good job.
What'll be mind blowing to your dad is when you finally best his time, in his car. I well remember doing this to my father. He just sorta staggered up to me at the end, goggle eyed, muttering, "but it's my car, you don't drive it very often".
Its my car.
Yes, we all know that, son.
I certainly do because you keep reminding me every time I take it! What--you think grubbing out a filthy interior and putting in a new-to-you junkyard one, getting it running and spot-painting and cleaning up the exterior gives you some kind of claim on it?
Okay... maybe you have a point. But until you have your Operator's license I can drive it!! Moo-ha-ha-ha!
Mom
^ Mom's/Dad's Rule. We claim any an all rights....
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