 I was cruising in my Stingway late one night, and an XKE pulled up on the right. He rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag, and challenged me then and there to a drag. I said, you're on, buddy, my mail's running fine. Let's come off the line now, it's sunset to mine. But I'll throw you one better if you've got the nerve. Let's race all the way.