I had a '73 1802 that would misquito fog everybody behind me when I took my foot off the gas to exit the autobahn in Frankfurt.

I had 'murican tags and never got flagged, but I can imagine the locals freaking out.
I had to put oil in it about every time I put in gas.

One day the clutch's slave cylinder sprung a leak, that was a wild ride through the gate!
Lucky it was slow, and the guards knew me.
I had no clue what had happened.
My warrant officer clued me in.
I fixed it in the parking lot.

Good times.