Slightly off topic, but when I was about 6 my dad took me to a good guys show. I was eyeballing a t bucket I thought was the neatest thing I have ever seen in my life. The guy that owned it was near by and asked me if id like to sit in it. Dad lifted me over the door and plopped me in the seat. The guy reached in and fired it up. The big pipes and supercharger roared to life. I was hooked after that. It was the beginning of many hours of quality garage time with my pops. I sometimes wonder what life would be like otherwise. Dad and I got Matching t bucket t-shirts that day. I wore it till it was full of holes. I still have it. Anyhow, I rarely pass up the chance to let a little kid sit in my car and fire it up for him. Maybe his mom too if she's a looker.