Tell us your rear facing back seat station wagon stories!

The mother of a friend I grew up with had like a 78 Chevy Impala wagon. 305, turbo 350, just a general slug grocery getter. It was in good shape though. Really clean car. Sometimes, I'd go to my high school best friend's house after school. He was also friend's with the friend whose mother owned the wagon....in fact, they just liver around the block from each other. A lot of times we'd ride over to David's house (whose mother had the wagon). There was a place at a dead end road in the neighborhood we called the party palace. It was a city water checking station where they took samples and there was pressure regulators and such there. It was just a big open field at the end of a dirt road with a concrete culvert and some electrical equipment on the far end, where everybody partied on the weekends. ....and we took full advantage of the open field, especially after it had rained. Kirk and I would get in the rear facing seat and David would cut continuous doughnuts in the mud for what seemed like hours at the time. He always returned his mother's car just as nasty as could be. Usually it dropped huge chunks of mud in the driveway after dropping a trail of mud all the way home. His parents always asked how the car got so dirty and all David ever said was "I don't know". lol We also used to take David's father's car to the same place. It was a 70 Chevy Impala four door with the 300HP 350. David would brick the front tires and roast the rear tires until the steel belts were sparking on the pavement. Again when asked "David, what happened to my tires" his standard go to answer....."I don't know". Yeah. We were hoodlums alright.