His ilconceived notion was crushed today. We went out to a empty road, out by the wrecking yard. Lined up, I counted to three, I gained 1 car lengths in first, and I just walked away, he just faded in the rear view mirror. On the second race, he counted to 3, with the same result. I had to hand it to him though, he was a good loser, said "Good Gosh that thing kicks."
Tried to make him feel better by saying that 30 years in car technology is quite a difference. We may have differences in preference of car companies but at least we both love American muscle.
Next kill? This kids WRX at my school