[DogGuy]

Thought I would tell you guys about this one. When I was in college back in the 70's I had a 1968 Chevy Impala. It was a boat and I loved that car. Of course then I had to watch my money so I would drive to campus and wait for my class. When it was time to go, I would go to class and then come back to wait until another class. I studied in the car, I slept in the car, I ate in the car, I just about lived in the car. It was wonderful.

Well, one day I was on my way home and I came down the street and made a right hand turn onto Main Street. It started accelerating and it was all I could do to get the thing stopped. I got out and checked it and I couldn't find a thing wrong with it. So I drove on home. My Dad and I got out and started looking around when I got home and one of the motor mounts had broken so that when I made a right hand turn, the motor raised up stretching the accelerator spring and making it accelerate. I'm glad I got home safe because it scared the bejesus out of me.

Anybody else ever have anything happen like this?