A funny, related story. Years ago, I was about 10, we went to Florida on vacation. My Dad's Dad lived in Bradenton, and he met us at the airport. He was in his 80's and didn't much like to drive anymore, so he let us have his car. Well, as I said, he rarely drove it, it wasn't running very well.
We get out on the Tamiami Trail and are sitting at a red light. These young guys pull up next to us and are laughing at the sight of this four dour pumpkin orange Impala with matching orange wheel covers. My Dad looks at me and says something like "buckle in I'll show them...". When the light went green my Dad floored the beast and there's this huge explosion as the car lurched forward. Next thing you know we've left the two punks in the dust, literally, along with our own muffler.