I see myself rumbling home in my Hemi Orange Challenger, windows down, Aerosmith's "Back in the Saddle Again" playing loudly in the background.
My 2 year old son is waiting for daddy to come home so he can see the "race car".
My MOPAR neighbors and car freaks come out of their homes to see what the rumble is and behold my "baby." They all come running over asking hundreds of questions, and begging for a ride.
Later in the evening, my son and I go for a father/son ride down to the beach to the classic car show, where we in turn get lots of compliments (and some grumblings from the old school Challenger guys).
A guy can dream right?
