Back in 71, I was sitting at a red light in my 65 Coronet next to a 65 Vette. I was power braken, and he was reving his engine. When the light went green, I mashed it, and my throttle cable broke. I idled up to the first parking space I could find, and the Vette blew by me. The cop that was behind us didn't take long to run the Vette down. I was lucky as hell, but the guy in the Vette still thinks I set him up.