So today a really beautiful hot rod Ford with open wheels and no top (didn't look as though it could take a top) and no hood (the engine was open, and very shiny) pulled up next to me in the front line at a stop light. The noise it made was truly horrendous, probably no muffler, I think. But the car, I hate to say this of a stinker, was gorgeous. When the light changed, we both floored it. I'm allergic to speeding tickets, so in this 35-mph zone I only accelerated to 40 or slightly above, but when I let off the pedal, I was ahead of him. But I was ahead of him by considerably less than I'm always ahead of other cars. Poor noise-polluting gas car just couldn't make the grade, against my whisper-quiet electric. He continued to accelerate past me, probably to 45 or so. I don't know beans about cars, so I don't know anything about his car except that it had the open wheels, and it said "Ford" on the side in a fancy-looking style. (I only learned a few weeks ago what "open wheels" means when someone posted a picture of that lady racer (Danika something?) and I looked her up and had to Google "open wheel racing.") Anyway, it's the first time that I've been next to anything fast, and I was actually surprised that it could stay as close as it did. Not close at all in racing terms, but I'm used to the other cars disappearing in my rear-view mirror. At the stoplight I told him his car was beautiful, and after our little "race" when he turned left at the next light we exchanged a friendly wave. After that I got lost trying to take an unaccustomed route to a store on the other side of town (finally got there) and had a very pleasant 50-mile drive on one of our first really nice hot sunny days of the year, half of it on country roads. The mesh top has been on for about 3 days now. One year later, I still love this car. And it's just a wee bit nicer since the ranger managed to stuff some added padding into the seat and I could take off the seat pad I'd been using.