The old rust bucket.

A real story to tell. Back in 1994 I was driving my "winter beater" Cuda (it's an Ohio thing) home from college. It was an all origanal 340 four speed '74 Cuda. Well rusted in the rear as us Ohio cars were. Well on I75 I was putting along at 70mph and holding a silver cab listening to some tunes when a little black Porsche 944 turbo got on my rear and then rode next to me. He looked at me with that shotty smirk so being 24yrs old I flipped him off, dropped it into 3rd and hammered it. This was an original motor no work at all. At 100mph he got next to me again then I shifted into 4th and off o went. He could not keep nor catch up. 20miles later I stoped in Bowling Green to fill up (yup sucked down the fuel). He pulled over and walked up to me and said wtf is that and told me that pos shouldn't be on the road. Being the smart *** I was and am I said well sir your little wanna be fast car is probably as impressive as your sick size but I'm sure you've already known that. He did not like that (he probably was 40ish) and got burnt red and started to get closer to me. I said I wouldn't do that if I were you cause I work for fun times like this. He walked away.