Back in high school a buddy of mine had a '70 Malibu that we built up a 350 for. A guy I knew from another town said his '57 Chevy pickup would kill the Malibu. The guy wanted to race the car so my buddy said he would but he had a broken right arm at the time and couldn't move the shifter that was on the column. He had me ride with him to shift for him, (automatic).
So we line up, we're on the converter, the arm drops, off we go. Well the seat back of the bench seat brakes and throws me backwards. I, holding on to the shifter throw it in reverse, we go about 20 feet in reverse before I can move forward enough to get it back in low. I bet it really looked strange from the outside but it happened so fast for us that we just kept going. Ended up winning the race and laughing so hard we had to stop after it was over and get out. The other guy thought he got the jump on us till we told him the story of what really happened.
He didn't think his old truck was so hot after hearing what happened. We really were idiots back then, but we had to much fun to notice.
Curtis