I'm still working on the Cuda, just doing the finishing touches on the new motor. Fired it up and broke the cam in but it still wasn't done in time to take it to the local parking lot show last night. So I pulled the cover off the 67 Vette and off I went. I got down the freeway and on the off ramp ( two lanes ) and I'm on the cell phone calling my brother so he can bring his new SRT8 Chrysler to the show. Just as the third lane is about to start ( the left lane or #1 of 3 ) a new Silver Mustang GT, lowered, comes up my rear and goes into the left lane before it even is a lane and blocks me out. Geez what a pisser. The guy goes wizzing by me and stops in the left lane at the red light. The middle lane has a car in it but the right lane is open. The skin head in the Mustang looks over at me pretty much like the cat that just ate the canary. I thought, boy is that fool going to get smoked. Just for grins I gave the Vette a couple guick hits on the gas. I was thinking that this guys been reading to many Road and Track articles about how new cars always smoke the old cars, even though the "427" badges on the hood are pretty obvious. Now the light is getting close to changing. The oncoming cars making lefts were almost through and I could see out of the corner of my eye the Mustang inching forward to go. Now the light turns green and the Mustang launches quick, I hit the throttle, slip the clutch slightly, feel the tires just starting to brake loose, feel the weight transfer, a little more throttle, a little less clutch, the Vette hooks up. A little sidways but no big deal, I bring the rpms to 5500, shift second and I've just pulled him by two car lengths. Cinch the deal.... take my lane back and slow down... The show was great!