When I was on a cruise ship gig in the mid 1970s, my boss (a brilliant arranger/trumpet/piano player) and his wife went shopping for a car. I drove them to a Volkswagen dealer where the young salesman took us out for a test drive in a Rabbit.
The four of us (Me, boss, wife, and salesman/driver) went screaming into an unpaved field where the salesman proceeded to put 100,000 miles into the clutch on that Rabbit.
The boss was impressed. I was scared. Later, I think they sold that rabbit to Pete. (Maybe not - the years were wrong)