so, i go to see a friend i haven't seen in awhile. i just happen to catch him on his lunch 1/2 hour. so we go out to check out his ride... it'* a white '97 Toyota Camry. so i ask him if i can rev it, he says sure and tosses me his keys. i jump in, the first thing i notice is a can barely move, and i've only got one leg in... anyway, i fire it up... time for the ricer rev i wind it out to like 6200 (the redline and fuel cutoff) it sounds perfect, if your a rice boy that is... anyway, i try talking him into letting me drive it, no go ... but i do get him to give me a ride, on the way out of the parking-lot i look over and notice that the tach is at 4500, and wondering why (because we aren't really going anywhere at any speed) ask him if it'* floored. he says yes, then starts laughing, and finding this all quite amusing i follow suit. we get out onto the main drag and he starts winding out the gears, after a good 15-20 sec. of full fledged farting i look over to find we are doing 55 and accelerating about as fast as my car does in 4th gear in lockup. he was talking all kinds of crap about his car towards the end of my ride and i felt the need to point out an upside to the car he has, after smoking my brain for awhile i come up with an upside... i say, "Hey, look on the bright side. Unlike me, you can drive flat-out just about anywhere you want. 13 or 14 seconds of WOT and i've cleanly broken every speed limit in the state." we laugh again as we pull back into his place of work. in contrast to this, on his ride with me (which came first), his speech was generally limited to the exclamation "Oh ****!". and he seemed to be looking wide eyed at the speedo even upon even moderate-heavy acceleration (4500 RPM or so)