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Just a sweet little story...

About a week ago Bosslady drove us to the car wash to rinse the brake dust out of the wheels. (My left shoulder is wrecked, if I tried to drive Gunrack I would probably kill somebody)

Anyhow, a little girl, maybe 8 or 9, came around the corner from the bay next to us while we were wiping the car down.

She Waaaalked around the car and Loooked at it, the way little kids do, and said, "Mister Sir, can I sit in your car, just for a minute?"

By that time her father had come looking for her and gave me the OK.

I opened the door, told her to mind the sidepipes, they are VERY HOT! Baby! When she settled in I carefully did the full 4-point harness thing, (which I never do) just to impress her, snugged her down, and told her that it was a race car that was not designed to carry young ladies.

Eye contact with her father told me that he agreed.

"Would you like to sit here and listen to the engine run and pretend we're racing?" I said. One of those huge up-and-down nods that little kids do so well. Eye contact with Dad gave me the OK. He was right there, of course.

Even with my first-generation BDR leaky exhaust, Gunrack's 351 sounds impressive, especially in a car wash bay, with that lopety-lope idle and rapping it up to 4K a few times.

It kinda got everybody's attention, the little girl's eyes got as big as saucers. So did her Dad's!

I showed her Dad how to unhook the harness and mind the sidepipes, he picked her up out of the car.

The kicker? just before we left (Dad was scrubbing a well-mudded 4WD pickup) she ran back around the corner and hugged my leg.

"I wish you were my grandpa," she said.

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