Reminds me of when I took my parents' fire-engine red 1965 Comet for a joy ride to the end of the block. Being a 5-year-old short fry, I had to drop to the floorboard and press on the brakes with both feet, then I moved the gear selector to "P". Freaked out my mom, and later when my dad found out, he ROFL'ed! 6 years later, he figured I was big enough to take driving lessons from him. The car was a Gran Torino police interceptor! (485 V8 w/ 4-bbl carb, 4-door sedan)