Back when I first got the car, we took it down to San Diego during Christmas to visit the in-laws. Wife's grandpa is a bit of a car aficionado, in the sense that he likes driving and taking care of nice cars. So after I finally traded in my old Accord, he was definitely keen on going for a ride in my new LGT.
Well, he lives in a relatively slow-speed-street neighborhood that's bordered by a large (3-4 lanes in one direction) street. So I was first putzing around his neighborhood, but soon ended up at a red light on pole position on the main street, with pretty much nobody around. So I turn to him, and I ask him "OK Grandpa, I'm gonna take off a bit fast, that fine with you?" He's like "Sure, no problem."
Green hits and I gun it. Even to this day, I don't think I did a more perfect launch. I caught Grandpa waaaaay off-guard because up until then, we were going 25-30 max, and he was not expecting this kind of juice.
We blasted down the straightway (thankfully it was a 55 zone), but soon had to simmer down because we caught up to everyone else. After the run Grandpa turned to me and said: "It's been a long time since I've gone that fast in a car."
And this came from a man who does not have a gentle right foot, that's for sure.