A young college grad walked into the new car dealership, a huge wad of cash in hand. He says to the salesman, "I wanna buy a brand new car. I don't care how much it costs, just as long as it can run faster then me." The salesman, eyeing the wad of cash, smells an easy deal. "Why sure, I've got just the car for you." he says, pointing to the most expensive car on the lot. So they hop into the car and drive out to an empty country road. The college grad gets out of the car and the salesman starts driving slowly down the road, thinking about the vacation he'll take after he sells this car. He glances at the young man who is trotting along, not even breathing hard, then at the speedometer - 15 mph. He edges the car up to 20, then 25. The grad is still right beside the car, not even panting. He pushes up to 30, 40, and the grad is still right there, working a little now, but not even sweating. The car dealer is beginning to see the sale slip away, so he pushes the car on up - 55, 65, 70, 80 - but the young man is STILL right there. He's finally starting to strain a little, but is easily keeping up with the new car. The salesman makes one last try - he floors the gas pedal and the car leaps ahead - 95, 100, 110, 120 - he looks over, and the college grad is still beside the car, working, gasping, sweating, but still hanging in there. Suddenly - ZIP - he disappears!! The dealer looks into the rearview mirror but all he sees is a cloud of dust and dirt. He slams on the brakes, turns around and quickly drives back to where he finds the college grad slowly pulling himself out of the ditch. "You okay?" the salesman demands. "Yeah," the young man replies with a disgusted look as he brushes himself off. "You ever have a sneaker blow out at 120 miles per hour?"