Back when I was 16, had a 71' Dart with a souped up 340 under the hood and an auto on the column. Buddy and I drove to a local State Park called "High Cliff" to do some rock climbing. Pulling into the parking area at the park, seen some hot chic's also just arriving. We parked, buddy had the door open, standing there scoping out the scenery, car was still running. I thought I would be the hero and attract some attention from the girls. Time to Rev it up!! make some noise, seemed like the necessary thing to do. Well, here's where things went south; The Dart had a sloppy column shift, when I went to pop the accelerator pedal a couple times to waken the neighborhood, the car wasn't quite in park...it was still in reverse. I hit the gas and did an impressive reverse burn out. In the process my buddies open door proceeded to mow him to the ground like a cheap yard ornament. Didn't run the guy over, he was fine...but not happy. In Stereo, from my left and right I could hear...Frikkin idiot. LOL Needless to say, it was just myself and pissed off buddy leaving the park together.