Hey Mel, I remember those days! My dad and the boys would fire the A/A sometimes just to double check everything before hitting the road. While not as loud as a blower car, this was an old school residential street with houses real close together. We had a little old lady who lived next door, and I remember one time she called the cops. Well they come to the house, and before long they're hanging with the guys, fascinated with the car, and my mom's bringing coffee out! I remember many Sunday mornings when our little street would be lined with race cars on open trailers before everyone headed to Niagara Dragstrip. Definitely the good old days.