Back around 1976 Rob drove myself and Brenda West to Arizona for a BMX National. Rob was driving, Brenda was sitting backwards in the front seat, leaning against the dashboard and me in the back seat of his Vega, we were talking away.
Rob was one of those people who just had to turn around and look at who he was talking to. On one occasion as he looked over his right shoulder to talk to me, he steered the car to the left and drifted onto the shoulder. As he jerked the wheel to the right it threw Brenda onto the center console and she pushed the gearshift into neutral. The engine reved up and Rob was sreaming like a little girl that his car blew up. I reached up between the seats and pushed the shifter back into drive and all was well again.
I thought it was funny as hell but I think Rob may have needed a change of underware.
Good times.