I had a '53 Willy's CJ-3 with a hand throttle, It had a 283 chevy with a real short exhaust into halfway burnt out Thrush mufflers. I would often in a fit of nutsyness push in the clutch and put it in 3rd and low overdrive and slip it in to low range, and yank on the throttle and drop the clutch. It would rev the 283 that I had in it and still only go about 12mph, then I would bail out, screamin' it's gonnna blow. I saw more A$$holes and elbows that way.
I also had a 68 GMC pick-up with a 305 V6 (a 350 minus 2 cylinders) that had some amazing back fire capabilities, I was driving past my local Pizza Hut and the lowest delivery boy was changing the sign, I gassed the engine and turned off the key, and that let up on the gas pedal and turned on the key again, it would belch out the best backfires. It also had dual exhaust which happened to be about 15 feet from this poor schmuck when it popped, he threw the plastic letters up in the air and went ducking and jiving back behind the sign, My kids told everyone that their Daddy shot up the Pizza-hut guy, even the pastor of our church, took a while to live that down.