Okay Moss... you are reminding me of another story.
My best friend's parents were members of the Seattle Symphony Orchestra back in the day. We were sort of legal to drive. They made their annual pilgrimage to Ashland, OR to attend the Shakespeare festival. My buddy and I drove down from Seattle with his parents, dropped them off, and hijacked their VW bus to go agate hunting. We struck 'gold' up near Klamath Falls. We loaded up the bus with agates, geodes, and other incredible specimens and made our way back (down hill) to Ashland at the end of a glorious day.
My buddy's dad the next morning got a good look at our precious cargo and ordered us to lighten our load. Not by a little but a lot! We were begging and pleading because we had big plans to cut and polish and make bookends and make a fortune. Buddy's dad saw it another way.
To this day, I am still rueing that we couldn't haul our treasures home. Hindsight he was right... we wouldn't have made it over the pass but crap!
I do remember that even with two people and a little baggage, that VW bus was simple to drive, floor it, clutch it, shift, floor it, clutch it, shift, floor it. One pedal or the other was on the floor.