My 3rd car was a 59 Buick with all kinds of wings on it, with a 400 something V8 and 2 barrel carb.
Every day going to work 20 miles away I drove 5 guys, and everyday coincidentally there was this particular Mustang going to work at same town and leaving from our home town at the same time. I never knew him, and I think he had it in for me, but at the edge of town as soon as we saw each other we would start racing down the long stretches, carefully blowing through country stop signs, and no matter what I could do he always beat me to the place we worked by a mile or so. We must have made this race 50 times with always the same outcome and was embarrassing. Love those Mustangs tail lights.
Then one day me and my buddy went to an automobile junkyard after hours and I found an intake manifold with a 4 barrel carb. and slapped it on my car.
The next day we ran into the same Mustang and gave it a go. But this time he shot out of the hole and was ahead of me by a mile before I could start getting cranked up. After months of trying and with the foot on the floor the whole time I finally passed him about 10 miles down the road on a big long stretch cruising about 125 MPH. We ended up passing him on a small country bridge at top end.
After that I never saw the guy again, but I wanted to. Luckily I didn't because all my tires were bald, but when I was 18 bald tires didn't matter much as long as it got you there, fast.