 Now we're doing 110, this certainly was a race. For a Rambler to pass the Caddy would be a big disgrace. So the guy must have wanted to pass me out of the cab time tooting his horn. I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to squirt. Peep, peep, peep, peep, peep, his horn went peep, peep, peep. Now we're doing 120 as fast as I could go. The Rambler pulled outside of me as if we're going slow. The Thunder rolled out his window, then he offered me to hear. Hey buddy, how can I get this car?