I went for the 1-2 shift and when I did, the engine screamed well past what I was happy with and my reaction was to slam it in second and dump the clutch, as my hands and feet were poised to do so. I still don't think I had enough time to reach up and shut off the ignition switch before the engine grenaded itself. After I shifted into second, I reached up, shut off the switch and coasted into a Hardee's parking lot. The throttle spring had evacuated the entire region. (It was a Baja with an open engine compartment.) I walked into the Hardee's and asked for some rubber bands to fix my Volkswagen. (The girls reaction was priceless. ) I limped home and always carried a spare in the ash tray after that, but never needed one again. (so far)
What does that have to do with this thread, though? Absolutely nothing.