yeah that's right, i'm one of them. early this morning i decided to go out driving, it was 1:30, so it was still dark. i pull up to the light (no competition...an eclipse, and an F-150) so i decide to work on my take-off. little did i know there was a constable on my 6. so i take off, squeeling the tires, and fish-tailing right through second gear and the intersection. when i catch headlights in my rear view, i'm thinking "cool! someone who'll race!" so, like the idiot that i am, i speed up. and what'll you know! that constable's car will keep up! so here i am barely ahead of the constable doing 85 in a 40, he catches up to me, rolls down his window, and points angrily to the next parking lot. so i pull into the parking lot of the Hobby Lobby. ya'll know the next part (license, insurance, etc.) he looks at me and proceeds to scold me, and then (this is the kicker folks) i caught him glance at my car, he continues to scold, then glances again this time longer. he then looks back down at me and says, "now i know you got this hot rod, but there is a time and a place for draggin', and it ain't out here" now ya'll tell me, you think he was being nice, or do you think he's a mustang lover deep down?