Now you guys know I would never challenge anyone. But the last time I was coming home from a Chicago meet I came up behind a new challenger. He baited me not 10 miles from my hometown and old stomping grounds on a road I know so well. (And the local Marshal). He reeled me in and I went to pass him and of course I heard the sound of that hemi. He heard a little whistle for a short time. I love my cars. I think I will go out give them both a hug on valentines day. Oh, that is a lonely 5 mile flat stretch of country road. I think Johnny probably has witnessed this strange whistling before.