I learned on a manual and that is all i ever drove until Daddy got a 65 Rambler with a 287 V-8 with a Borg Warner auto.
I beat every 289 and 283 in town even beat a 348 and my best friend’s 63 352. Would have beaten a 352 with a 4 barrel but what I thought was around a quarter turned out to be closer to a half and he finally passed me.
While riding in my Cadillac, what, to my surprise,
A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size.
The guy must have wanted it to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
...Now we’re doing a hundred and ten, it certainly was a race.
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy would be a big disgrace.
For the guy who wanted to pass me,
He kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Now we’re doing a hundred and twenty, as fast as I could go.
The Rambler pulled alongside of me as if I were going slow.
The fellow rolled down his window and yelled for me to hear,
Hey, buddy, how can I get this car out of second gear?