A rich business executive sees an ad in the Wall Street Journal for the world's fastest and most expensive car, the Tri-Turbo Convertible Fantasy. It costs over $1 million. The mogul decides that he must have it, and assigns half a dozen assistants to track the car down for him. After months of searching, the car is found, bought, and delivered. Eager to play with his new toy, the executive takes it for a spin. At the first stop light, an old man rides up next to the Fantasy on an old Vespa. Without an invitation, the old man sticks his head in the car and says, "Quite a ride you got here - how fast will she go?" "About 270," answers the executive. "No way," says the old man. Just then, the light turns green and the executive decides to show the old man what the car can do. He floors it, and within seconds the car is doing 270. But suddenly, he notices in his rear view mirror a dot that seems to be getting closer and closer, so he comes to a stop. Then, whooooooooooosh, something goes flying by. "What the heck was that?" says the executive. "What can go faster than my Fantasy?" Suddenly, the same blur comes racing back toward him, and whoooooosh, passes right by. This time the executive got a better look and could have sworn it looked like the old man on the Vespa. "That just couldn't be," he says to himself. Suddenly, he sees it again in his rear view mirror and wham! It smashes into the back of the Fantasy. The executive jumps from his car, and sure enough, it's the old man on the Vespa that crashed into him. "Are you okay?" asks the executive. "Is there anything I can do for you? "Yes," replied the old man, "unhook my suspenders from your side view mirror, please."