When I was a teenager, I had a '66 GTO with a 389 4bbl, automatic, air, etc. Not a real fire breather. When I wanted to spin the tires on dry pavement, I used to rev it up in neutral and dump it into low. Lots of smoke and axle hop were the exciting rewards.
Then, I sold the GTO and bought a '69 Camaro RS Convertible with a 327 2bbl with a TH-350 and mono-leaf rear springs. One day, a buddy and I were going somewhere in the Camaro, and his dad was out working in the yard. My buddy says, do a neutral slam for the old man. I was happy to oblige.
I rev the engine, and boom, roar, holy crap! When I did the foolish stunt that worked time and again in the goat, the Camaro didn't hold up so well. The motor mount broke. The engine torqued over and pinned the accelerator linkage against the firewall. The monoleafs twisted up enough that the axle broke the tailpipe off at the muffler. Now the car was accelerating, and the muffler was howling. I didn't have the presence of mind to kill the engine (being 17). Instead, I banged reverse, which shut it down anyway.
