Just returning home from our trip to Phoenix. Sightseeing, visiting family, friends and the car show. We did not take the bird this time, (still in body/paint shop) we took a rental. While on the drive my wife and I had hours to talk about the trip, our lives, our kids etc. We also talked about the many times we had taken this trIp over the years, and one of the times we had taken the bird. She began telling me about a time she was driving and I had fallen asleep. She goes on to tell me about a corvette that had come along side of her, toying with her and wanting to race while westbound on I-10. Finding herself growing irritated (imagine that) she claims to have "pushed the gas thing" down as far as she could until she saw the corvette somewhere in the rear view mirror. I enjoyed her story too much to be mad at her, and was happy that we had survived. I guess I have a new firebird memory that I don't remember!