There are very few things on earth capable of outrunning a multi-million dollar hypercar, but an airborne senior citizen on a vintage moped was definitely not what the driver expected to see in his rearview mirror.
An arrogant wealthy man had just picked up his custom, $1.5 million Lamborghini. Desperate to show off, he took it out to open up the throttle. At the first red light, a battered old moped rattled up beside him, driven by an elderly gentleman who looked like he belonged in a rocking chair.
The cyclist squinted at the sleek machine and yelled over the engine, “What kind of wheels ya got there, sonny?”
“It’s a Lamborghini,” the driver replied proudly. “Costs about a million and a half.”
The old man gasped. “Lord have mercy! Why so much?”
“Because this baby can top out at 320 miles an hour!” the driver smirked.
Fascinated, the old timer asked, “Mind if I take a peek inside?”
“Go ahead,” the driver shrugged. The elderly man leaned deep through the open window, poking his torso into the cabin to marvel at the digital dashboard before stepping back onto his pedals.
Just then, the light turned green. The driver slammed his foot down. The Lamborghini screamed forward, the V12 engine roaring as the speedometer rapidly climbed to a staggering 320 mph.
Suddenly, the driver noticed a strange dot in his rearview mirror. It was closing the distance at an impossible velocity. He tapped the brakes to see what it was, and—WHOOSH! Something blurred past him like a rocket.
The driver was utterly dumbfounded. “What on earth could be faster than a Lamborghini?!”
Moments later, he saw the same dot ahead of him, looping back. WHOOSH! It flew past him in the opposite direction. It looked shockingly like the old man on the moped. “No way,” the driver muttered, rubbing his eyes. “That’s physically impossible.”
But a second later, the blasted dot reappeared in his mirror, barreling straight toward him with zero control. Before he could react—KA-BOOM!
The projectile slammed violently into the carbon-fiber rear of the supercar, demolishing it. The driver jumped out of the wreckage, and sure enough, there lay the old man, battered, bruised, and tangled up with his mangled moped.
Horrified, the driver knelt down beside him. “Oh my god! You’re seriously injured! Is there anything I can do for you?!”
The old man groaned, opened one eye, and wheezed:
“Yes… unhook my suspenders from your side mirror!”
