Yeah, that's true. I didn't think of that. I'd need to find a bracket race that I could definitely win, like me against my 90 year old mom in her Buick, or maybe against a guy pushing a fruit cart like you see on the street in New York City. I'd give the fruit cart guy lane choice, of course. What was that horrible mushroom shaped car from the seventies? The Pacer? They were powered by an anemic smog motor, usually missing on one of the four cylinders. I might consider that.
