Back as a kid in the ‘90s, Mom and Dad bought a red ‘92 cab-and-half stepside that had various engine and exhaust upgrades, a body kit, and that had been slightly lowered.
Word was that the previous owner had used it to tow his race car. Whatever, that fuckin’ truck was amazing. My little sister took it to college and through her doctorate.
Best story was back before us kids could drive, we lived in a neighborhood that exited out onto a 4-lane divided highway, straight and smooth for somewhere around a 1/4ish-sort of mile before hitting a T intersection and a light. Dad covered the truck in glory against a variety of contenders, and somehow me and my sister never noticed that Mom was never with us when that happened.
Soooo, me and my sister are riding in the truck with Mom when she pulls out on the four lane some car slides over into the left lane...
“Go Go Go Go Go!!!!” we chanted.
Busted!