Heh, when I was 17 I was in a CYO marching band, and the instructor handed the keys to his car to one of us guys to go pick up some fried clams for the instructors.
It was an Olds 442 Convertible.
As the six of us piled into the car, he shouted out “I don’t want to hear any tires squealing.”
Less than 30 seconds, not even on the main road yet...
SCRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I worked at a car wash back in 1967 for a couple of months. The car wash also did polish/wax jobs for the big car dealers nearby. So, I got to drive a bunch of muscle cars. I think my fav was the Mustang with the 271 hp motor. I know that many sedans from Japan are faster now than the 60s muscle cars were. But nothing beats a V8’s sound. Those V6s sound like dying cows.