Well, that about sums up most Mustang drivers I come across.
I asked my mom if her new Mustang automatically gave her a license to act like a juvenile, after she chirped the rears with me riding shotgun.
I watched an SVT get popped by the Sun Prairie PD today, for doing basically the same thing. I wanted to roll down the window and yell "Ha-Ha!" at the moron.
Don't get me wrong, I used to drive a blown big-block 580CID '88 S-10 Pro Street monstrosity (formerly owned by Scott Pruitt, remember him?). It was build by somebody with way too much money, and it showed - 8-71 blower, Chassis Works 4-link back half, narrowed Ford 9-inch rear end w/spools, Powerglide tranny w/shrapnel blanket and reverse-pattern manual shift setup, Wilwood disk brakes on all 4 corners, line lock, magneto ignition, the whole 9 yards. My best 1/4 mile times were in the high 8's, but the 15 gallon fuel cell and the constant traffic light "challenges" from snot-nosed kids with 'Stangs and Camaros took the fun out of it after a while. It dyno'ed an honest 1000hp at the rear Mickeys, and was a real handful at the Christmas Tree, as well as a chirping pain when making turns at intersections with spools in the rear differential housing.
I distinctly remember my unit commander calling me into his office and asking me if I intended to continue "this drag racing thing". My buddy with a Pro Street Rat-motored Vega was also on the carpet next to me, getting the same stink eye for racing on weekends at Sacramento Speedway. That was the beginning of the end for my 1/4 mile career, even though the WC-135s and B-52s that were my livelihood were probably much more dangerous. It appeared that Monkeyleg wasn't the only one shocked to learn that I lived life on the ragged edge. I still have pics of that S-10 rig on my website somewhere.
The dark cloud was already over my head with AF safety policies trying to minimize dangerous off-duty activities.
I sold it to pay for my divorce in 2001. It was either that or the gun collection.
Last I heard it was terrorizing the streets somewhere between Cocoa and Melbourne, FL.
