Two of my friends have mustangs, one a 88 GT, and the other a 95(I think) cobra. We(the kid with the cobra and me) were heading out to boondocks (a place with go-carts). We lined up at a red light. We each had two passengers. I took him for the first 20ft, then he started beating me. We stopped racing(at about 70) because he just got scared. I was really keeping up with him though. They would always just say how my car was ricey, and really slow. That shut them up. Too bad because he now has a nitrous kit. At the go-carts we were screwin aroud and got kicked out for the 5th time or so. We like to do it so much, that we wear wigs and hoods just to get in. On the last lap we all turned around and the whole crew had to come chase after us. It was so much fun!