Recently, having had many good stuff put in my 1994 850 (158,000 miles), including combustion chamber cleaning and BG44K in the tank, and various other must-have maintenance, I took the car out for a leisurely drive on a long stretch of highway. I came to a stop and soon a muscular-looking Ford Mustang was beside me. At first I didn't notice, but the vroommmmmm, vroooooooooommmmmmmm of that young man's engine soon caught my attention. I glanced over my right shoulder and noticed that this guy wanted to race. I was not in the mood, because I was listening to my favorite classical music.

The light turned. The Mustang zoomed off. I told myself, "what a jerk!" Then our two cars were again side by side at the next traffic light. This time, I told myself, "you want to race, let's see if my 850 can outrun your Mustang". I was determined, and my engine was in harmony with me.

The light turned, and the Mustang started zooming off, maybe a split second faster. Then I could feel my car respond, in automatic gears and not in a hurry skinning the tires like the Mustang,in fewer than 500 yards, I could see the teeth-grinding young face in the rear mirror. There was no more traffic light. Soon, the Mustang was "left in the dust", so to speak. My adrenaline was rushing, ha, I beat that young punk. Then I glanced at my speedometer; it registered 90 MPH. All under 30 seconds.

After that, I slowed the car down to 60 MPH, and that Mustang was OBEDIENTLY going at about the same speed, 20 car length behind me.

What a good drive that morning!