My liking to stuck/revving cars started at around age 15. There was this guy who’d always visit our home, named Eric. He had this black Chevy Tahoe, with large tires and a rough sounding engine. Several times before he’d leave, id ask him to rev his Tahoe for me, and he always would :3. That powerful engine always made me hard, and after he left I’d bust a nut or two.
And it wasn’t just his truck that did it for me—it was also seeing Eric wear his tight work clothes, and seeing his left hand grip the wheel, and his Italian loafer creased while he revved. During the colder season, he’d sport red timberland boots and casual wear
In January of the year 2011, a miracle occurred; it snowed heavily in GA. Regardless, he still swung by, and since Mom blocked off our driveway (she didn’t want cars sliding all the way into our backyard), Eric parked in our yard instead. As he was leaving, the ice caught his rear tires and before long he was spinning helplessly in the snow. I (17 at the time) went outside to push him (though I didn’t actually help until his fourth attempt to break free). He eventually spun his way out, and as thanks he gunned his engine for me before leaving
My only regret was that I wasn’t able to catch it on video 
