Passing (anything) in my '49 Chrysler Convertible was one of the great adventures of my wasted ute.
My only real experience with fluid drive was my Dad's '51 Buick Super, with a straight-8 and "DynaFlow" automatic, he either blessed it or cursed it depending on whether or not it was due for an overhaul, LOL - I asked him how fast it could go, and he told me he had seen 110 mph, and that was as fast as he cared to go. ;)
I have a lot of fond memories of sitting in the back seat of that car when I was a little kid, my butt parked on top of a milk crate which my Dad upholstered so I would have a "softer ride", that way I could see what was coming, of course back then nobody worried about seat belts, or what could happen in a collision.
I'm here to tell the tale, so I guess it turned out ok.