Turns out I was driving the wrong way on the freeway on Sunday.
No, not literally. I was on my way to breakfast Sunday morning and going the opposite way was an group of at least 12 Corvettes (I assume out local group), then a red Pantera, and then a super clean Ranchero/El Camino. I would have flipped a U and chased them down if I wasn’t already late for brunch with my Dad and Grandpa. No SR20 since I was driving and they just showed up, but I was super envious the I wasn’t invited.