[carl289]

I'd just bought my Superformance and was trailering it home on a four-lane boulevard trough some town or another. As I'm sitting in line at the traffic light waiting for it to turn green, a young black guy in a black Escalade pulls up next to me and stops well short of the light. He puts down his passenger window and is waving frantically for me to put down my window. I do, and he yells. "What kind of car is that?"

What the hell do you say to that question with 10 seconds before the light changes. "Cobra," I yell back.

He hollers, "Who makes it?"

What the hell do I say that he'll understand? "Ford...Shelby," I reply.

"I thought so," he shouts. "My buddy was telling me about those. I followed you for five miles past my turn just to catch up to you!"

The light turns and he makes a U-turn, snapping pictures out the driver’s window with his cell phone.