Epic Dad Moves

[dinny_g]

Inspired by Rich's comment in the eBay thread:

my dad had a 2.0i ghia in a similar colour with the same front grill/lights as that - C314BTR. I liked that car, I remember the day I asked him how fast it did 0-60, his response was to slam on the breaks, stop and tell me to start counting!

Pretty epic dad move.

What Car Related Epic Dad Move can you remember from your childhood ??

My one was asking how quickly we could cover a mile. This was back in the early 80's and he had a new Fiat 132. This was pre Motorway Ireland but anyone familiar with Irish trunk A Roads, they have a tendency to be very wide single carriage ways (wide enough that you can often overtake without needing to put any wheels over the centre line with room for both cars) and also, have hard shoulders and long well sighted straight sections

This one long straight section was on the Dublin side of Nenagh so he accelerated to 110 /115 and told us to count - it took 35 seconds.

It was most unlike him as he always "Drove Miss Daisy" - then and now, Our mum was not impressed.

[240PP]

When we used to visit my Grandad in Halifax my Dad would often drop him off at his local on our way home. If Mum wasn’t in the car he’d always do a handbrake turn in the pub carpark.

[Beany]

Perhaps slightly less of the expected, but watching my dad swap exhausts on a car (both we and him had Honda Accords) by

Take both cars to mates farm, who had a teleshift/telehandler
Lifting the cars up sideways (so they were on two wheels) with a teleshift
Supporting them with a pair of railway sleepers
Cutting the exhaust of each car, and welding it to the other
Delicately dropping the cars back down with the teleshift

Was definitely eye opening, and I guess an example of the sort of pragmatic engineering that kept him in work all his life.

(it was cheaper for him to find and fit a replacement exhaust in Bradford where he was at the time, on his car, than it was to send one up to us with courier fees, and find a garage to fit it, etc because far north of scotland - so he put his good exhaust on our car, and took the fucked one back down with him fitted to his car)

[ZedLeg]

The one place my dad could be relied on to be useful was in cars so I’ve got a few.

Rallying around an old mill yard in Colinton in a Mk2 Ford Zephyr with a rover V8. Him safely strapped into a race seat, me sitting on a milk crate holding onto the roll cage

Driving flat out round the beeftub on the way into moffat, three up with me and my uncle in a Vauxhall midi van full of my uncle’s belongings.

First time I went over 100mph, going to swimming class in peebles in some Volkswagen saloon that had originally come from South Africa and had the N/A Audi 5cyl.

I’m sure more will come to me.

[JonMad]

Handbrake turns in my Dad's Triumph Toledo round Rushmoor Arena. Quite nice to now be me doing the handbrake turns there at targa rallies (though not this year as it clashes with my son's birthday and he's too young/small to be my navigator).

[Jimmy Choo]

Driving with his head out of the sunroof of our E12 520.

[scotta]

Dad had many company cars.

Sierra 1.6 Sapphire drifting about in the snow

Cavalier mk2 1.6 bouncing it off the limiter and dropping the clutch out of a junction. Black smoke everywhere.

[V8Granite]

My Dad let me bounce our Rover 213 with the 3 valve Ho da engine off the Rev limiter/ valve bounce a fair few times. It’s where I saw the 512TR one day when out for a learner drive.

His mate Crabk was a machinist, Frank came round one day in his Lotus Carlton he got cheap as the crank nose needed machining. A 4th gear pull going towards Hunstanton cemented why I love 4 door super saloons more than any other genre of car. I e been in 750hp. Are but none felt as cool as that pull that day.

Dave!