On my way home from work this afternoon, I saw a 96-98 mustang sitting at the light up ahead. It was about 65*, so even without the meth functioning, I felt confident. It sounded just like every other stang out there with flows. I pulled up to the light, looked over, and asked if he felt like losing to a truck. lol Apparently, he did. When the light turned, I jumped a car on him, and he was 2-3 lengths back when I hit 50, and he just gave up. It wasn't much of a race, but it was still fun.