First "real" race yesterday (not vs some kid in his dads civic). For those of you who are familiar with Northern VA, I was going west on 606 across 28. There were two guys in a 92-93 5.0 Mustang. The guy in the passenger seat looked identical to Ving Rhames. Anyways, we both start accelerating off the line like normal, and I'm ahead, we aren't racing or anything, then I hear him start to go so I get on it, it lags for a sec til I get boost, but then I took him. The next light we raced from a stop, but I still can't really launch my car properly (still learning AWD) and I took him again, we did another one also from about 10 mph and I beat him, I was feelin pretty damn good I must say. Anyways, we both get to a gas station and stop, he pulled up to me after he was done and started askin about my car. He complimented me on it (and btw, the guy in the passenger seat also SOUNDED just like Ving Rhames). He asked if it was a 6 cyl. He looked a little surprised at it being a 4, but then he seemed VERY relieved when i told him it has a turbo. I have to admit, I'm not a huge fan of mustangs, and especially their drivers for that matter, but I liked those guys, not just cuz they complimented my car, but most of them don't have any respect for foreign cars at all.