We weren’t kids - each being about 40, and we had just returned from driving UK to Spain and back in a Golf gti turbo (me) and an Austin Healey 3000 (him). The 930 did its best to kill us — as we went backwards into the gravel at 90 mph the threat was clear!
When the dust settled, he looked at me, I looked back at him, and without words we limped back to the pits and called it a day.