A young native American Indian was walking down the road outside his reservation, it was hot and as he was thinking about how exhausted he was when along came a young white boy in his t-top Camaro blasting some rock and roll music. He pulls over and asks the Indian if he needs a lift. The Indian who had never been in an automobile before is hesitant, but agrees and gets in the passenger side. As soon as the door slams shut that crazy white man dumped the clutch, bald the tires, and started switching gears ! Before the Indian had time to react they were well over 100 MPH! Not ever seeing that kind of speed the Indian starts to panic and asks the driver to slow down. The driver replies "NO MAN ! IT KEEPS THE MOTOR COOL! THE FASTER I GO, THE BETTER IT RUNS!" The Indian grabs the oh $&!# handle and hangs on tight. A little ways down the road, the driver still hasn't backed off of the throttle and the Indian asks him again to please slow down. Again the driver replies NO MAN , THE HARDER I RUN IT, THE COOLER IT RUNS, DONT YOU SEE MY COWL INDUCTION HOOD !!!" "THE FASTER I GO THE COOLER IT RUNS !!!" Finally the Indian is let out of the car back at the reservation. He shuts the door and heads straight to his horse. He kicks that horse up into a full blown run. Every time that horse wants to slow down he kicks it up some more, clicking, and kicking making sure that horse doesn't slow down a bit, I mean he's giving it all it's got. Several miles worth of everything that that ole horse can do goes by and without warning the horse falls down in the middle of the Sprint. The Indian goes tumbling across the ground and finally comes to a stop in a cloud of dust. He gets up and heads back over to the horse who turns out to be deader than a door nail.......puzzled the Indian scratches his head, kicks the horse and says "hmm, that darn horse must have froze to death."