I have a mustang (yeah yeah, I know) that's getting a 440 for power. A couple of years ago, when I was running it with the 393 stroker smallblock ford that was in it, I was driving around on the street. There happened to be some folks I recognized at a hardees parking lot, so I pulled in. I hung around for a while, and a kid with some sort of jellybean car with a lawnmower handle and fart muffler came up. He eventually started talking smack about domestics, so I challenged him to a race. He apparently did not notice the slicks on the back of the mustang, and he was going to go for it. Unfortunately, his buddy was at the track a week or so before, and saw the car run. The dumbasses at the track ignored the big "X" I put on the passenger window in shoepolish, which tells them to not display the car's time. They picked the quickest pass for the car to date to do that. That pass was a 9.76 at 137. When the kid heard that, he was suddenly not interested in racing anymore. I don't blame his buddy for telling him, but MAN, I wanted to destroy that guy in front of his friends! It's funny, there was no discussion about the mustang having a full interior (including power windows/locks/mirrors/CD player) minus a back seat and running those times. I think he developed a full blown case of amnesia about that.