So there I was. Following my wife home late lat night---she in her Carribbean Blue G35 sedan and I in my DTR MM. My wife is always afraid of hitting a deer at night so she never drives over 35mph. We entered the entrance ramp of I75 and in a flash she was gone! What in the world was she thinking? Then it accurred to me that she thought she was 17 again driving her 1972 Mach 1. I punched the MM for the first time and boy was I surprised. Hit 80 in a heartbeat. She must have thought that I was not interested in racing because she backed of the G35. Bad move. Darn near ran the MM up her tail pipes. I can see me explaining to the insurance company how I totaled 2 $30,000 cars. But it was fun.