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In high school (1980’s) I dated a girl whose father had one with a Ford 289 V8 and C4 automatic shoved in it. One day she was using it, and I conned her into letting me drive it.
After only a few minutes, the car would not come off of full throttle; scared the shit out of us. I shut it down, pulled to the side, and we found a pay phone for her to call her dad.
He showed up, lifted the hood, and looked around a bit. Then he opened the driver’s door, reached way down under the dash, and tugged the gas pedal free of the floormat.
That guy never did like me.