<<Esteemed Sir,
Do you happen to remember the days before steering wheel locks and fuel
injection when you could scare the livin' sheet out of someone on a
corner by coasting with the ignition off then hitting it again at the
precise moment you passed them. It'd scare the sweet young things right
out of their garter belts.>>

Ka-Bang!!!

And took care of their pink poodle Jockies too -: )

Then for the grand finale while the pipes were good and loaded with raw
fuel, hit the switch that was connected to the Model T coil in the
trunk, that was connected to the two spark plugs (one in each pipe) so
you seared the laquer off their ride, and set the hair spray on their
Bee Hive boufant blazing as you blew passed hitting the Wolf Whistle.

Yep, them carbs worked well.