SoYou guys may appreciate this story.
My wife and I were out for a drive Friday afternoon. We drove from Atlantic Ave. all the way down to General Boothe to where it ends up at Chesapeake (think it's called Mt. Pleasant by then). At the courthouses, a '90 or so Mustang turned in front of me off of Princess Anne. It was all black, lowered, wide tires, cowl hood, obnoxiously loud. License plate said "BLCKOUT". It's only one lane each way at this point, so we couldn't do much. He kept Reving it at every stop light though. I guess he thought I didn't notice him. We finally got to Centerville Tpk and Mt Pleasant. I was right behind him at the red light. It goes to two lanes right at that intersection. So when the light turned green, he jumped on it, as did I. I had him by 1/2 a carlength by the time we reached the other side of the intersection! We didn't run too far. Just to the next light... no need to really. He turned off into a neighborhood real quick after we ran.
He definately supported the stereotype of Mustangs.... Loud, obnoxious, and duds. I hate Mustangs...
---Ron