I drive a bone stock 1960 falcon 4 door station wagon as a daily driver. So why is it that every time the sun goes down and I'm sitting at a stop light next to a guy with a V8 under the hood of his truck or a mustang they want to race me? I mean the stock exhaust is almost silent at an idle and I don't go around reving my 144 c.i inline at the stop lights. I guess I'm just wondering if any one has some insight into the mentality of these guys or has similar experiances in their older cars. I know alot of people must drive faster looking cars than my grocery getter, and I never seemed to have this problem when I drove a 1960 dodge dart with a cherry bomb, 4" rear drop, custom paint, and no grill daily.