Me and the wife are headed down the highway returning home from a weekend getaway for our anniversary. I am in my Challenger RT flying along in the middle lane in 6th when a Grand Cherokee SRT comes up in the left lane, probably has the larger 6.4 hemi. About 500 horsepower. Sounds incredible. He Blips the throttle and shoots ahead a quarter mile, slows down. Blips the throttle, shoots a head a quarter mile, slows down. I just stay with him cause I love the sound. Like a Nascar exhaust. Finally my wife points out he probably wants to race. I have my fun here and there but I never take that bait, too much at stake to risk a reckless driving arrest or citation. So I slowly scoot up next to the guy to give him a thumbs up before I let him go, expecting to see a 28 year old kid with his hat on backwards. And I see what looks like me and my wife in 30 years. They gotta be late 60s or early 70s. Nicely dressed, dude staring straight ahead with a mile wide grin on his face. Clearly loving every minute. Wife staring at us from the passenger seat rolling her eyes at her husband. Then they were gone again, leaving me and my little 5.7 Hemi in the dust. Late 60s or 70s, toying with people on the highway in a 500 horsepower hemi powered jeep, giggling your ass off while your wife holds on for dear life.