I guess if you live long enough you have stories that relate to everything. My first car was a 49 Ford. It was worn out but I was 14 and driving the back roads of West Virginia. I took off on this little straight on this dirt road that bordered a pasture field. From a standing start I popped the clutch and was throwing dirt every where. and when I jamed it into 2nd gear the car I thought blew up. It felt like TNT just went off under the car, sending me up and away rolling and coming down in the pasture field luckly on my wheels after the roll. I had no idea what had just happen. After the shock and a close inspection, I had ripped out the front universal joint, poll vaulting my self off the road.