A few weeks ago before the weather went south, I finally got a kill. Had to run a few errands and pulled up on a 1963 galaxie 500. Real nice car I thought, then his cutouts opened up, I look over and he's got the poop eatin grin goin on. Alright gramps, game on. We put on a show for everyone to see, tires went up in smoke for both of us, distance was roughly 1000ft, I stayed ahead about 1/2 car the whole time. I turn in to get gas, he follows me in. Super nice guy, winds up being a 390/4sp car, has the intake/carb/header routine done. Nothing wild. He said " I thought all you young'ns were too scared to play anymore, glad at least one of you has some fun in ye." I'm 32, and I'm a young'n, lol.