 It ain't one night when an XKE pulled up on the ride. He rolled down the window of a shiny new Jag. He challenged me then and there to a drag. I said, you're on, buddy. My machine's running fine. Let's jump off the line now with sunset in mind. But I'll blow you one better if you cut the nerve. Let's race all the way to Dead Man's Cradle. It's a nasty play. Dead Man's Cradle.