Monday evening I got a great draft on my way to USC. I was on the bike, headed down Flower, when I pulled in behind an older Cadillac convertible fully lifted on hydraulics, with a big gold pop-up behind the seats that said "Ghetto Life". I tailed him from (I think) Washington to Jefferson. We weren't flying, but thanks to him I got a comfortable cruise at 27 - 28mph. The lift kept him from coming off the line too fast, so I got to stay on him even after having to stop at the light at Adams. I gave him a nod as I peeled off at Jefferson.