Local car show today on Ironhorse Boulevard in Simsbury, CT. Went with my father to look at the 250+ cars and bring the Riv. Dad left at about 11, and myself shortly after at 11:30. As I was pulling out of the meet, I saw in the distance a gold late 60s (maybe 68) Pontiac Catalina (had the massive chrome grill). I then chased it through back roads and finally arrived at a light heading towards the local PD station. I met him at a light and this was how the conversation went: Pontiac: "67?" Me: "yes, that's right" Pontiac: "looks good" Me: "thank you, but I don't want to get arrested today" *grinning at the red light Pontiac: "don't worry, the local cop shop is right ahead of us, I'll meet you there" Light turns green, we ease into the throttle neck and neck, feeling each other out, and then both floor it at the same time through the intersection. We are even through 30, 40, and then he gains a 1/4 panel by 50, and he pedaled it and slowed down. I accidentally did a ricer flyby. Oops. I met him at the next light... Me: "did you lift?" Pontiac: the guy cackles "haha yes" obviously pleased with himself He sped off down the road at the next light and off into the distance. His car was obviously not stock, with a heavy chop at idle, so I feel quite good about the Riv today. Can't help but love this big damn boat. Felt like I was in a different time period Edit: This boat has a weak engine, 15* of timing chain slop and stops pulling at 3750, but somehow it's running.