I rev slowly through first and reach for the Muncie's shifter. Click. I dump the clutch with a short squeal and a stab of the throttle. The Firestone Gum Dipped Cokers light and I'm off. Sliding just a few degrees to the right and hazing the tires, I gently aim the '40 Ford wheel in the direction of the slide. The roadster straightens and continues chirping sporadically. I stomp the clutch and reach for third.