my first car was an old Plymouth that was painted 3 different colors, didn't have any dash lights and needed to be started by touching wires together. THAT was a weird car. I remember driving up a hill with my dad one time and he told me to speed up. I told him I couldn't. Then he told me that , no, I was only doing 35, I NEEDED to speed up. I said I CANT, pedal is on the ground, dude. That's when he said it was time for a new car.