During the 15 minute morning and afternoon break periods he would run outside and dang near LEAP into his 300Z, fire up the engine, and with
no further ado, burn rubber out of the parking lot. He'd then roar up and down the semi-deserted roads at full throttle, hitting well over 100 by our best guess. Funny thing, he was ALWAYS rebuilding that poor car. "I gotta find a better mechanic!," he'd complain.....

(True story, I swear it!)