Always noticed
when I was a kid, the way Dad started the car. On any given day, it was about the best way there was to gauge his mood.
After I started driving myself, it didn't take long to figure out that hard revving a cold engine only made it run worse, so I quit doing it, and I couldn't understand why other people did it so much. I just gave it barely enough gas to keep it running smoothly.
Exception: if I was in a rotten mood, nothing made me feel better than flooring it a few times and blowing the roof off the garage. But it was only satisfying to do that to a real car with a V8, back in the days when we took those cars for granted, and didn't realize how that wore out the piston rings and gummed up the carb with excess gas that didn't get properly combusted. I would never mistreat a vintage car that way today.