A wealthy man had just bought himself a brand-new Lamborghini — not just any model, but one of the most expensive cars in the world. It was sleek, powerful, and carried a price tag that would make most people’s jaws drop. Proud of his shiny new ride, he couldn’t wait to show it off, so he hit the road to take it for a spin through town.

As he pulled up to the first red light, he noticed an old, worn-down Moped chugging up beside him. The rider was an elderly gentleman, hunched over the handlebars, with wind-worn goggles and suspenders that looked like they’d seen better decades. He turned and stared wide-eyed at the sleek, exotic machine next to him.

With genuine curiosity, the old man asked, “Hey there, sonny — what kinda wheels are you rollin’ with?”

The rich guy smiled, a bit amused by the question. “It’s a Lamborghini,” he replied, almost casually. “These go for about a million and a half.”

The old man’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “A million and a half?! That’s a crazy amount of money! What makes it so special?”

With a bit of swagger, the man responded, “This baby can hit 320 miles per hour.”

Impressed, the old man leaned a little closer. “Mind if I take a peek inside?”

“Sure, knock yourself out,” the driver said, proud to show off the plush leather interior and high-tech dashboard.

The old man leaned in through the window, looked around, and nodded. “That’s a mighty fine car you got there.”

Just then, the traffic light turned green. Feeling the urge to impress, the Lamborghini owner grinned and decided to floor it. The engine roared, tires squealed, and in seconds, he was blazing down the road, the speedometer climbing past 100… then 200… then finally 320 miles per hour. The power was incredible.

But suddenly, something strange happened.

In his rear-view mirror, he noticed a small dot in the distance, and that dot was getting bigger. Fast.

“What the…?” he muttered, slowing down a bit to get a better look. Before he could react, the dot zoomed past him in a blur. Whooooosh! It was a flash of movement that left him stunned.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he said, “No way. What could possibly be faster than a Lamborghini?”

Before he could process it, the same blur flew by again — this time in the opposite direction. Whooooosh! It zipped past him so fast that he barely caught a glimpse of what it was… but for a split second, it looked like the old man on the Moped.

“Nah, that can’t be,” he muttered to himself, eyebrows furrowed. “There’s no way a Moped could outrun my car.”

Then, once again, the dot appeared in the mirror. This time, it was coming in hot — and closing the distance fast.

Whooooosh! Ka-boooom!

In an instant, the blur collided with the rear of the Lamborghini, completely wrecking the back end of the luxury car. Shocked, the man slammed on the brakes and jumped out to inspect the damage.

To his amazement, lying there in a crumpled heap — tangled up in what was left of the Moped — was the same old man from the stoplight.

His clothes were torn, and the Moped was toast, but the guy was still breathing, groaning in pain. The rich man dropped to his knees beside him, guilt written all over his face.

“Oh my God… are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, panic in his voice.

The old man, barely able to move, whispered, “Yeah… do me a favor, would ya?”

“Of course, anything.”

The old guy winced, looked up, and muttered, “Unhook my suspenders from your side mirror.”