Too funny and I can relate.
I had wrecked my 65 Sunbeam Tiger' date=' broadsided by some housewife in a wooden clad Ford station wagon and had waited 6 weeks for its replacement. A week after I picked up my new car a buddy and I decided to go drinking, yeah stupid but it was the 60s and who knew driving and drinking was dangerous, LOL. He started bragging to people in the bar about how fast my Tiger was. Some dude come up, says he has a 390 Ford that will blow me away. I laugh and tell him no truck engine big ass Ford could take my Tiger and if I wasn't so drunk I'd show him. So of course a hour later and a few more beers I am sober! Let's go racing. There was a great drag race street in Cincinnati close to the bar so we headed over there and lined up. At the start signal we take off and this Ford totally blew me away instantly. OMG what is that thing? Well it turns out it was not a 390, it was a 7 liter limited addition NASCAR beast! So we decide to attempt a 60 mph kick down race hoping I can take him with my gears. I stayed right beside him until I hit 4th at just over 100. Not too sure what happened but I must have jerked the steering wheel when I grabbed 4th because the next thing I know we are spinning. On the third revolution I caught it to discover we never even changed lanes. I was shaking and felt like I was going to loose my lunch, my buddy was going "Cool man, do it again"! Dude thought I did that on purpose! The Ford guy pulled up and said "Your car isn't that fast but you're one hell of a driver". Who was I to deny it, I played along like I knew what I was doing. Side note: Six months later I wrecked that Tiger….drunk again. I finally learned the hard way about drinking and driving, fortunately nobody got hurt either time. But man, I loved that car.
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