My Pops had one of these growing up. Saturdays he'd ask me to help him wash the car, then we'd go do this to dry it off. Sitting up front, no seatbelts, my back pinned in the bench seat, watching my Dad rip thru the gears, stomping on and off the clutch with the engine pinned. It was pretty fucking fun and the reason I want a 68 Barracuda 340 4-speed. Thanks Dad.