The Fast and the Furious movie hit the silver screen when your author was in sixth grade. In my developing mind, the humble street racing film established the idea of “a ten-second” car as the ultimate quarter mile benchmark, a feat that could only be achieved by dumping thousands of dollars – and a 100-shot of NOS – into a stock engine bay. A personal-favorite scene also cemented the idea of the high-revving flat-plane midengine exotic as something that an every day “pal” like myself couldn’t afford. Well, eight sequels, one spinoff, and two decades of technological advancement later, and we’ve arrived in a 2023 where there’s a fully-warrantied 8,600 rpm 180-degree crank supercar that consistently runs 10s shipping to Chevrolet(!) dealerships every day. I still can’t afford one, but it’s closer to a possibility now than the F355 Spider was when I was 12, so I’ll count the last 22 years as a moral victory of sorts.