He did nothing slow. Grandpa wouldn't get in the car with him.
He gave me a ride home once.....just once. He drove a great big Cadillac. We hit 60 before we even got out of the golf course parking lot and did well over 100 (speed limit 35-40 on twisty country roads) all the way to my grandparent's house. A bit nerve-wracking, to say the least.
Fun guy, though. Gorgeous wife, six kids, and a whole passel of grandkids. I knew him for a long time, and he never once asked me what I did for a living. "His friend's #1 Grandson", was my vocation. :-)
Great story. Thanks for sharing that.
My Dad’s WW II friends were like that, as I remember. I know my Dad was. They were all real men.