Reminds me of my dad, who used to take my brother and me to parking lots when they were frozen over to do donuts (amongst other stuff that would’ve given my mom a heart attack. He died when I was 19, and for 5 years before that, cancer wouldn’t allow him to do physical things like that anymore. So, yeah, it wasn’t great parenting in the sense of being perfectly safe, but it was great parenting in that it taught me to take chances and not worry so much, and in a larger sense, to live your life how you want as long as it isn’t hurting anyone else. So lighten up, everyone who is on your high horse about this guy’s choice of activities with his son. Or as my dad would say, quit your bitchin’.