About 1958, I'm cruising down Western ave. in L.A. in my '40 coupe. This guy in a '47 sedan wants to race so we both punch it and away we go. Didn't see him beside me so looked in my rear view mirror just in time to see his car on its nose with the rear end flying across the road. He also hit a car in the opposite lane. Otherwise, I'm usually the guy in someone's rear view.