Oh hell, I never had the dilusion that I'd give him any competition.. I just mean story rights like "I got my ass creamed by a bulitt..." type of things..
infact, it was the one time he ever let me behind the wheel that got me into cars... as we're heading down the road at 30, in a mellow 3rd, he look over at me, gives a look.. "how fast are you going?" "30." "Drop it into second and floor it."
God I loved the G's. That fuckin car rocks!