"It's not just ricers, EVERYone does that to me.."
There you go Red98, seems like it chops their meat to be passed by a 'Stang. I'm an older guy and have disciplined myself thus; I pop in a Jimi Hendrix CD, do the speed limit, set the cruise control and the rest of the world be damned 'cause there ain't nobody else in the world but me and my Pony. Another thing I dislike is to be at a stop light and some jive-a** in a rice bruner start revving his engine and I know I can burn his ricer big time.
You young folks, please, always remember the old saying, "Discretion is the better part of valor." In this case it means, don't think with your gas pedal foot and I know it hurts to be humble but don't let some jive-a** lure you into getting a speeding ticket because they are expensive and your insurance premium goes up. I've owned a lot of fast cars including 'Stang GT, 'Vette and Porsche and it has taken a lot of self discipline but I'm 65 and the wife and I haven't had a moving trafic violation in over forty years, so go figure, hence, our GEICO insurance premiums are VERY low.
Heck, kick back, look like the King of the road cruisin' in your 'Stang, be cool and don't let the jive-a**es know they worry you and that's the worst thing you can do. Hey folks, YOU are driving a very unique piece of American history and they know that and you do not have one thing to prove because the fact you are in a 'Stang tells them "you da' man" anyway.
Having owned a lot of fast cars, I can tell you this; Our 96 stick shift V6 is a WOO-HOO-HOOT to drive and we enjoy it very much and you will have to spend a heck of a lot more money to get the drive, performance and pure driving fun you get in a Ford Mustang. Also own a 04 Ford Taurus 24V engine and it is *very* quick but not nearly as much fun as the 'Stang. We drop the top on our old Pony and nice people at the stop light give us a lot of thumbs up while the dip sticks turn their head and look the other way because it chaps their butt cheeks they don't have a 'Stang. Sorry 'bout that Dude, . . . maybe next time . . . .