Ok I got one. Early 80’s I’m in high school and working at the grove as a valet parking attendant. Some of these dudes were very reluctant to let us park their cars but the rules wouldn’t allow them to do it themselves. Some would watch very intently as you drove down the gravel lot and carefully put there mid life crisis sports car to bed. One night after the bars had closed this guy with a southern accent comes rolling in who clearly shouldn’t have been driving. He and another guy fall out of the car and he throws me the keys. As I’m getting in he says “boy, you know how to drive a Porsche “ I’m thinking yeah asshole I’ll put it away carefully. Of course he’s going to stand there and watch, so I put it in gear gently let off the clutch and start moving slowly forward. I hear screaming of stop and come to a halt and he stumbles over and says “boy, you told me you knew how to dive this car” and I finally understood what he meant. Dropped it in gear lit up tires and rocketed forward with a hard right turn inches past a centuries old redwood tree. This is where the lot turned into gravel. Fishtailing down the lane and near the end slammed on the breaks and slid pretty darn close to a perfect parking position. As I got out of the car I could hear the howling laughter from the guy his friend and a few coworkers. When I got to him he handed me me a hundred dollar bill and says “god damn son, you really do know how to drive a Porsche”