We were coming home the other night behind a slow moving late 90's Mustang GT and I wanted to try him, but he turned off. My wife said "Let me hear it." I aid "What?" She said "Your car, it sounds good." So I hit it and ran it a little over 100. She said "This car is really cool. I knew that Mustang didn't want to mess with it" I didn't know she cared about that stuff any more. She used to go with me and race all the time when we were really young.