[M.D. Holloway]

Me and the Boy - in the Targa top off, going to my buddies house on Sunday to help install a new hot water heater. At the light, a 80's mustang pulls up along side to our right. They start reving. We look over and smile and I reving.

Max bursts into laughter "lets race Dad!"

The two rednecks in the pony are looking at us smiling.
"Nice car Bud!" The driver says.

"Thanks, she needs some work but she does alright" I say.

Max sticks his up where the top should be, "We can beat you!" he yells. "Max, easy buddy" I say.

"How fast is it?" the passenger asks.

"The thingy says 160!" Max shouts.
"I don't think she has ever seen close to that" I say.

The passenger, dip cup in one hand screams in only a true Texan can "GIT ER DONE!"
At that I started laughing my arse off - it was true Texas speak.

The light turns, I chrip the wheels but hold her back. The rednecks are having a great time as they drove by us.

My boy looks up at me and says "Dad! Why don't you git em? Lest beat'um!"

"Max, do you think we can beat them?"

Disappointed, "Ya! Easy!"

"Then the win isn't worth it - too easy. Lets race somebody worthy of our time someday.'

"Ya, someday we'll have numbers on the side and everything!"

and a few upgrades, but thats another thread...