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I serviced my 80 year old mother's car today, Audi A6, front brakes, plugs and an oil change. Went to take it for the post service test run and asked my 12 year old to hop in. Him having the gear head gene he didn't argue. After a little urban driving, I headed to the intersate, we are about 30 miles from the Wyoming boarder in northern Colorado. Wide open, flat, new concrete, no traffic.
Coming on the on ramp I pull it into sport mode and drop the hammer (80 year old women don't do the Itallian tune up very often) We come on to the interstate, I carve it into the left lane around somebody doing 65 in the right line that didn't move over (speed limit is 75) cut it back into the right lane and my 12 year old says. "Dad, were doing 120". I swear to god it felt like 80 MPH tops. 100 MPH ain't what it used to be.
My 12 year old cheerfully shared at the dinner table tonight that he had hit a mile stone in his young life, 100MPH + in a car.
Needless to say, I'm in the Dog House yet again.
Coming on the on ramp I pull it into sport mode and drop the hammer (80 year old women don't do the Itallian tune up very often) We come on to the interstate, I carve it into the left lane around somebody doing 65 in the right line that didn't move over (speed limit is 75) cut it back into the right lane and my 12 year old says. "Dad, were doing 120". I swear to god it felt like 80 MPH tops. 100 MPH ain't what it used to be.
My 12 year old cheerfully shared at the dinner table tonight that he had hit a mile stone in his young life, 100MPH + in a car.
Needless to say, I'm in the Dog House yet again.