One day my dad and I were on our way somewhere. I was 16 driving my 68 Camaro and he was driving his 67 El Camino. We were at a stop light at the beginning of the freeway, we pulled up along side each other and knew we were going to race. Being that I was only 16 and my dad was a drag racer with NHRA I thought for sure he would beat me. The light turned green and we stepped on the gas, I took off and my dad was still at the light, his car stalled. I thought this was the funniest thing and will never forget these times. He never got mad at me for racing as long as I didn't break anything.