In 1973 my beloved father gave me a new '73 mustang, At the time his car was a 1972 454 Corvette with T-tops in silver. He had had side pipes installed on the car and it was not running quite right so he told me to jump in my Stang and follow him in to the Twin Cities from Hudson Wisconsin where we lived to take it back to the tuner to have it tidied up. It was about a 30 minute drive. We were on a 2 lane highway when I noticed a car coming up behind me and even from a distance it looked sporty. When it got nearer I could see it was a Jaguar XKE convertible in British Racing Green, and is it got a bit nearer, I saw that it was a fantastic looking Red-headed woman. She didn't get too terribly close so I kept trying my best to check her out in the rear view mirror. The highway didn't have much of a shoulder to pull off of, and when my father slowed down and stopped for a hitchhiker, (you still did that back then), he was still on the road. Now of course I didn't notice this because I was intently checking out the babe behind me and doing some serious fantasizing...........WHAM! I rear ended my dad, totaling both cars. I did have a seatbelt on and no one was hurt but I had smacked my nose on the steering wheel and was bleeding pretty good. I could hear my dad screaming swear words as he sat in his Vette unable to open the jammed door. Of course the next car that comes along has to be a cop, I mean what else could it possibly be. He bent down and looked at me through the window and asked if I was alright and I said yes. He said, "let me check out the guy you hit, I'll be right back. My dad is still cursing up a storm and I see him hand the officer his license, as the officer yanks the door open so he can get out. He tells m dad "stay right here, do not walk back to the other car sir" The officer walks back to me and says, "son, just say in your car, that guy in the corvette is madder than hell and it will only be trouble so just stay put". He asks for my license and I give it to him. Mine says Richard E. Stratton Jr. and as he puts it next to my dad's license I see his eyes get real wide, because of course my dad's says, "Richard E. Stratton". He looks at me and says, "That's your dad isn't it". "Yes", I say. He takes both licenses off the clipboard and hands them to me as he says "You're on your own kid.................and walks back to his car and leaves......................