A young guy with a monte, probably mid-80s, pulled up beside me last night and started revving. Sounded like a 305 with a thrush on the back. He flew off the line, but my wife was in the car so I didn't get too nuts - just a good clean take off. My rear tires were about level with his front when they chirped into second, and I figured he got the point by the time I hit 90kmh and he was a good three carlengths ahead. "very mature" my wife says, so I say "He started it"