Back in high school I had an S10 with the 4.3. I used to race the guys with tired old Foxbody Mustangs and would usually come close to them. One guy raced me a few times on a road that had ‘speed humps’ and I would drive over them at speed, so that was always easy.

There was, however, one real quiet guy with a dirt brown Mustang that looked pretty clean besides being repainted an ugly color. I would pass his house on the way to the highway to get to school, and we’d often pull onto the highway together. I would floor it, he would floor it, and within ten seconds he’d be out of sight. I think the car ran elevens. He was probably the truest car guy at my school.