I live on a "dog bone" where each end of the street is a cul de sac and the neighborhood has cookouts and get-togethers on our end of the dog bone on occasion. My wife and I were going out for dinner the other night when there were a bunch of people hanging out; one of the local Dad's yelled "Do a burnout!" The old expression "Be careful what you wish for..." came to mind, but I slooooowly pulled out of the driveway and drove carefully through the crowd of kids and adults.
These are the same people who think of the 1320 as "the loud car", when the fact is most didn't even live here when the '73 Chally was last running. They have no idea...
If I turned our cul de sac into a 60-ft practice pad, people would totally freak.