One day a flash young guy was driving around in his extremely flash, brand new 911 GT2. As he pulls up at a red light an old man on a moped draws up next to him. The old man eyes up the silver Porsche, "What kind of car is that?" he asks. The driver smirks back, "It's a Porsche 911 GT2 with twin turbos and it cost me 140K."

"That's a lot of money," the old man said, "why did it cost so much?"
"This car is the finest Porsche that money can buy and it can do 200 miles per hour," the young man said proudly. "Mind if I take a look inside?" asked the old man. "Sure," said the driver.

So the old man poked his head in through the window and has a look around. Sitting back on his moped he says, "Nice, but I think I'll stick with my trusty moped."

The driver is a bit crest fallen by this, so when the light turns green he decides to show the old man what his car can really do. He floors the throttle and smoke pours off the rear tyres as he catapults away from the lights and accelerates away. 4 seconds later he passes 60 and continues to accelerate to 100 miles per hour.

Suddenly the flash driver notices something in his rear view mirror that seems to be gaining on him. He slows down to try and see what it could possibly be that is chasing after him and almost instantly something whips
past him. "What on earth could possibly accelerate so quickly?" the young driver wonders and immediately floors his throttle again. With gritted teeth the driver of the Porsche pushes the car all the way up to 150mph. Up ahead he is amazed to see that it's the old man on the moped who managed to overtake him. In a fury he pushes the GT2 to 175mph and shoots past the moped in a final display of bravado.

Unfortunately his glee is short lived as he glances in his mirrors and sees that the moped rider is gaining on him again! Astounded by the speed of the old man and his moped, but determined not to be out done, the Porsche driver accelerates to the GT2's absolute maximum. As he approaches 200mph he is puce with anger as he sees in his mirrors that, once again, the old man is gaining on him. The Porsche is flat out and there is nothing more that the driver can do to out-run his unexpected challenger.

Finally admitting defeat the Porsche driver backs off only to be violently hit from behind by the old man on his moped. Horrified the young driver leaps from the silver Porsche and runs round to see what has happened to the old man. "Oh my God!" he gasps, as he sees the rather mangled mess at the back of the car, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The old man stares back into the young man's face and with whispered breath says, "Unhook my braces from your wing-mirror."