I kicked S out of bed about 3 in the morning because he was having race car dreams. He actually made "Vrrrrmmm" noises, right in my ear, and tried to shift using my arm.
Okay maybe I exaggerate a little but when I asked him what he was doing with all the wiggling around his sleep-muffled reply in the dark room was, "Driving a race car."
Knowing him, it was probably a 1968 Super B. Vroom, indeed.