When I waited at the bus stop as a middle schooler, circa 1990, there was a spoiled rich kid who went to one of those montessorri learn-at-no-pace schools up the road from me, and he had a crash-bumper torino. I can imagine his parents buying it thinking their precious hellion would be safe in two-plus tons of american steel, and darn the other guy.
He always turned the corner then floored it through 2nd gear off towards the school. I never heard him hit 3rd-- he spent most of a mile in 2nd. Probably had 2.56 gears or something. Utter malaise.