I've had Trans Ams and a Corvette in my youth, so it's out of my system to a degree. Now my wife, this is her first muscle car and she is, uh..."spirited" on the throttle. Had the top down last Saturday, it was out first truly warm day here and everyone had their summer cars out. My wife spent half the day "hunting". At every light she was like:
Wife: "What's that?"
Me: "An '85 Vette."
Wife: "Can I take it?"
Me: "Yes honey."
Wife: <green light...peddle to the floor>
Wife: "What's that?"
Me: "2010 Mustang."
Wife: "Oh, f$&k him!"
Wife: <peddle to the floor>
Wife: "What's that?"
Me: "Mazda RX8."
Wife: "Can I take that?"
Me: "Yes, honey."
Wife: <pedal to the floor>
Wife: "What's that?"
Me:"C7 Stingray."
Wife: "Oh."
Me: "Just smile and wave, babe, just smile and wave..."