1) So my Dad comes out to watch me autocross. The course starts out with a 5 cone non directional slalom. Then it has a long sweeping left hand turn coming up to a left hand hairpin… Blah blah blah….. So I inform my dad (that had only ridden in the car once whne I was still breaking in the motor) that we can have a co pilot. I strap the un suspecting father of mine in the car and hand him a helmet. He asks what is this for… I tell him, it is for safety. I get the signal to go, hit the slalom, then go sliding into the long left sweeper. Under steer is mildly presnt, then the rear end starts walking out… No biggie. I glance over at my dad, gripping the seat and oh s*** bar screaming “Oh s*** Rob…. Oh s***!” Needless to say, he was not interested in the next heat.
2) My grandfather is in his 80’s. I decently good health. I am merging onto the freeway, not even going into boost. He says, “Wow Rob, this car is pretty quick”. I tell him to take a deep breath and hold on. I drop it 2 gears and floor it… Just long enough to look over and see the old flappy skin on his cheeks being pushed back and wavy like he is standing in a wind tunnel.
