Back in the late 70s took the young newly Mrs. to Peter Lugers in fashionable Brooklyn. I made a wrong turn towards the North Side, but not enough North, so I have to travel even more in the "Sudae" - Southside.

There is a light about 300 feet away, and I have to make that left. There are a bunch of the indigenous people arm to arm blocking the road... so I looked at my young wife, told her to buckle up we're taking anything and everything in front of us and proceed to smash the pedal to the ground. Engine roars, the peoples make the slow down movement with their hands, but old trusted straight 6 was earning her keep... THEY separated like the Red Sea  for the Jews, were were doing about 60+, hit the brake hard, fishtailed then took the turn on 2 wheels, then proceeded through the next light till we go to our location.

There is NOTHING like an accelerating 3K+ pound bullet coming at you to get your attention.