LOL.....I built a 67 Goat back in 71 that was just a firebreathin monster, that I used to "play" with crusin friday nights. Being a newlywed I stayed up late everynight doing what newlyweds do so when my loving bride came in to the bedroom one EARLY morning to tell me that her car wouldn't start (Vega) I rolled over and told her to take mine & I would fix hers when I got up.
I meant the pick-up.
When I heard the goat fire I sat straight up in the bed, and tried to JUMP into my clothes, while I ran hopped to the garage......too late...she had managed to get it into reverse and out of the driveway, into the street, and I screamed as I saw it lurch into 1st.
She didn't hear me, nor did she give it enough gas. I saw her in slow motion from this point, it bogged and her head went forward- I screamed "NOOOOOO!!!", but she did- she gassed it- her head that was leaning forward now flying backward and her coffee leaving the cup engulfing her face. It was answer to frantic prayer that she stalled.
Now being a newlywed man, without a great deal of understanding of woman, I made a major mistake- I ran up to the car and said" My God- are you ok?" whereas she punched me in the nose.
When she got out of the car - coffee was dripping from her hair on both sides, and the dress was ruined I knew that the real explosion was coming- but it didn't, she said only two words "damn it" as she stalked off to the house.
I gave her a ride to work without saying a word & when we got there she said "I hate your car"
She never asked to drive my car again.

Truth