When we were kids, my brother and I built a 440 Plymouth Scamp.
When that thing wound out, stuff flew by like warp drive and I was wholly uncertain if I'd still be alive in two more seconds. It made my neck hurt.
I've had a bunch of screamers since then, including a t-top Z I bought new back in '94. Handling and comfort is awesome, but I've always missed the muscle.
Congrats on the ride. Don't rub the paint off of it.
