I remember the first time I took my son for a ride in my '67 SS 396 Camaro (stock). He was 2 and sitting in his car seat in the right rear. I drove to my favorite spot for opening it up and let'er rip. The sound of the Q-jet secondaries and the exhaust (old turbo muffler duals) coupled with the acceleration really grabbed him. As soon as I let off (around 90) he yelled "AGAIN! AGAIN!" from the back seat. My emotions at that moment cannot be adequately described here. I thought "That's my boy!"
Life IS good.
